This past week I went to the doctor for my 20-week anatomy scan. Aron came with me and we spent about an hour watching the baby kick about, flip over, and try to suck his thumb. Yep, his. It’s a boy! Aron thinks he caught the money-shot immediately, but it was another 30 minutes or so before there was another chance to sneak a peek.
It’s so nice to be able to talk about those kicks and flutters I’m starting to feel with an appropriate pronoun. And while there are some other cues (I’m definitely beginning to show, now), it feels a lot more real–for both of us–to think about meeting a little fella.