And the belly grows. We saw the wee little one through a technological window for the first time last week.. Priceless. It made me almost crazy with excitement. After my husband had dropped me back off at home, I stared at the picture of our little person. I wanted to call everyone. I almost did. I sang to the baby, I cried to the baby.. The boys can't wait to teach the baby all sorts of things. I can't wait to watch our new little eyes on the world take everything in, and then look at me and be absolutely convinced (with no capacity for any other thought because experience has taught nothing other than this) that no matter what he or she sees, that this little soul is safe and secure and everything is going to be fine. A while back we went swimming. It's a little freeing and conspicuous feeling at the same time. Belly all sticking out. Two little kids in tow already ("wow that lady sure is gonna have her hands full....") Funny how I drop things, funny how I forget things (not so funny on both accounts actually), funny how new, exciting and ridiculously amazing this process, which has happened millions of times before in the world, is. Mine. A mini us. Today is a beautiful day. Sunny, windy, sunny. Did I mention it wasn't raining (much as I like the rain)? Me and the boys walked to the library (about a three hour round trip... 40 minutes in the library.. the rest was walking...Well, they alternately walking and at other times being pushed like little kings in the chariot. O WHAT A BEAUTIFUL DAY). They are now napping after having grown tired of the book they were allowed to take to bed. Life isn't ideal though - dishes wait, clean laundry lounges haughtily knowing I will hardly get to it any time soon. The garden, weeds and socially acceptable plants inclusive, has been watered (for maybe the 3rd time this year). I just finished some work for my husband. And the belly grows. Perhaps I will lay down and try to entice the little one to kick me again so that we can say hello to one another. Oh, baby beat me to it. In all my years of life and sports, little kicks and elbows have never been so welcome. I will not appeal to any referee to cause my athlete to stop accosting me :) .. and God bless the beautiful sunshine.

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Yeeehaaa!
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