It's week twenty-four and I'm in love. The baby is moving around a lot these days and as strange as it sometimes feels, it's like a little greeting from within and it makes my heart burst every time. Like the other day at our big business meeting in Switzerland I wanted to ask a question during a presentation and I got really nervous that I would sound stupid or trip over my words. My heart was pounding so hard as I got ready to speak up until the baby patted me softly three times as if to say, "Calm down, Mom. It's gonna be a-okay." And it worked. Settled me right down. Then, last night as I lay down for bed, the baby stuck out its little leg and just held it out. I flipped on the light to look at my belly and there was totally a lump on one side where its foot was and I cracked up. Baby Swede wanted to get in one more chuckle before bed. What a ham, this kid. I think it's going to fit in just fine.
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