Fact, it is indeed Sunday morning.
Fiction, it isn't raining.
Did I mention that my son has a keen ear to Adele? His favorite song seems to be Hometown Glory. The moment the music begins to play he seems to dance his day away in me. Aside from my voice and Vivaldi, he really loves the sound of Adele. My sweet little boy. My husband wants me to play lil wayne for him. I wasn't sure how I felt about that but I have tried to play hip hop and such to him but the reaction is very minimal.
Every day is something new with him. Within a weeks time I have become awe struck at being able to visibly see his movements to feeling very particular body parts jab me. Today he might have punched my side. I haven't been able to differentiate between the foot and the arm yet but it was quick, sharp, and to the point. I love him and his ferocity. I can't wait to meet him.
100 days.
14 weeks and 2 days.
Tick Tock.
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