Thursday, April 7, 2016

A kick to the head

"Didn't I have a blog somewhere?"
Not to give short shrift to the months that led us here, but even after crying while re-reading my last few posts, there is a smile plastered to my face.

"Your daughter is awake!"
I quickly finish buckling my belt and jump back on the bed. She moves blankets and sheets so that I can reach my target. Gently stroking the skin I put my head on her belly and whisper a low "Good Morning!" A soft kick pushes through. I hum a short little tune and a few more soft kicks push against my cheek. Soon, little one. Soon we get to meet and you'll have plenty of chances to kick me some more.
Smiling through the tears feels odd, but it is such a pleasant change.