OK, I haven't reflected here in awhile! Ten weeks ago Madeline's kicks were like little butterfly wings tickling my tummy and making me giggle. Now they are mighty windmills of power distorting and bruising my insides, making me gasp and wince! Her delicate dance has turned into a stomp!
At seven months the excitement is growing to meet this little creature within. Will she have red hair?? Will she look at me with her Daddy's big, blue eyes? Will she darken in the sun like her Mom or will we be slathering on the SPF 150?
At seven months I am also starting to feel quite uncomfortable. Tim patiently listens each night while I list the day's "experiences" and then gives me a wonderful back massage.... ahhhh!