25 weeks and 4/7, and eggplant is getting really strong. Like REALLY strong. Eggplant is in there preparing for his or her first UFC cage match I think - probably jumping rope, eating raw eggs, and listening to "Eye of the Tiger". Last night B and I were sitting on the couch enjoying our nightly popsicles and I could not stop watching my stomach move all over the place. For 15 straight minutes, I sustained punches and kicks until finally I told eggplant to knock it off. "It's time for bed, little baby," I said. Then, I made the mistake of trying to sing it a lullabye. I barely got out the first verse of Rockabye Baby before I got a swift kick right to the middle of my stomach. B said, "Whoa."
Now, baby, I'm not sure if you were just trying to show me who the boss is, or if you really didn't like my singing, but I have never seen your Daddy laugh so hard in my life. (Just for the record, I was in Honors Choir in elementary school and participated in Circle the State With Song two years in a row, so I've got some vocal skills - so there, baby!) After a long and exhausting holiday weekend, it was such a great moment just sitting there on the couch laughing until we cried while eggplant tap danced shuffle-ball-changes all over my stomach.
xoxo
AK
p.s. Baby, we are only three months away from seeing your little face. I had a dream the other night that my Pappy was holding you and rocking you in a rocking chair on his front porch. I woke up with tears of joy in my eyes because I know that he's up in heaven looking down and watching all of us.
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