I want to write something deep and meaningful. I really do. Heck, I would be happy with merely thinking something deep and meaningful. But all I can think about, and all I want to write about, is how sweet it feels when little Scout kicks.
Instead of writing or practicing piano yesterday afternoon (I'd planned to do both), I just sat contentedy in my new glider rocker in the baby's room, played Bach for Scout, and felt my belly move as Scout kicked to his/her body’s content.
I guess that’s deep and meaningful in its own way.
I also keep thinking about how cute it was that Scout was quiet and still for the entire church service yesterday, except for when a young soprano sang a beautiful solo. For the length of the song, Scout went berserk with kicking. Once the song ended, Scout settled down and I didn’t feel another kick until I was in the car heading home.
I think this might be a good sign that Scout’s hearing is A-OK. And that Scout either really loves or really hates beautiful soprano voices.
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