When the evening draws to a close, and the moon begins to whisper a trail across a blackened sky, chasing after the remnants of an orb that was swallowed into the earth, it is then that you stir, you tumble, it seems, and, with every tumble, love wades in deeper, stronger.
I saw you yesterday. The tech said you have long legs and everything looks great. She measured your bladder, some ventricle in your brain, the size of your head etc and I am so glad you are doing well. Heart rate was 153 bpm which is fantastic. I did see you moving your little arm […]
I told your grandparents (Papa’s parents) about you today. Well, the plan had been to call your Papa and then have him call your grandparents, your mother specifically, and then we would do an English-Amharic type of telling. Instead, this is what happened. Don’t worry, nothing bad. I had to buy a phone card and […]
I found a new template to switch out with my old one because I just wanted to do something a bit different every now and then. I also decided to finally publish my pre-tell blog posts. After all, my mama knows and your grandparents know. And I have told everyone that needs to know, including […]
You are beautifully and wonderfully made, each motion felt amplifies just how miraculous and awaited you are, from all corners of the world. Cocooned away, hidden from all but one, you are truly and marvelously a joy.
I think I really just felt you move. Toni is on the couch, playing keyboard on an app on her ipad and I felt flutters like crazy in my deep, lower belly…like near my pubic bone. I think you like music. I love it! Oh, I cannot wait to meet you!
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