My baby is a stinker.
Already. In the womb.
Here’s why. On the day before Thanksgiving (which, incidentally, was our 7-month anniversary…monthiversary?), when we went to have an ultrasound, our little bundle of joy kept his legs crossed for HALF AN HOUR before we found out he was a boy. We either caught him unawares or wore him down like good parents. Either way, we’re glad we kept trying, because the technician thought he was a girl up to that point (serves him right). Little rebel. And don’t try and tell me he was just being modest. I know his father. In fact, when the technician tried for the millionth time to get a glimpse and the baby’s legs were still crossed, I turned to Troy and said, “yup, this is definitely your kid.”
Then, three days later, Troy felt our son move for the first time. In an epic kick to the face. See, I had felt him moving around in there, so Troy pressed his face against my tummy to try and feel/hear something. And all of a sudden, BAM! the strongest kick I had thus far felt, aimed right at daddy’s cheek. Heh heh, mommy’s little angel. Troy reared back and cried, “that little skunk!” He was more pleased and amused than offended.
But I can’t help thinking, if my little stinker already has a sense of humor while he’s still in there, I can’t wait to see what kind of mischief he’ll get up to when he finally comes out. Maybe he’ll burn the house down.
Bring it on.
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