We've now reached a special point in the pregnancy. As the weeks pass, we get a good sense of how big Kemp 2.0 is from the books and websites we've been reading: first he's the size of a plum; then a lemon; a beefsteak tomato; or a grapefruit. Right now he's a bag of sugar. The growth of our baby is mysterious and mostly hidden from us. The lump is a symptom, and the growth is unseen.
But we've now reached a landmark that's concrete: Emeline can't put her socks and shoes on anymore! Every day, she points her toes out and I pull her socks on for her. And then I tie her shoelaces. From most angles, she doesn't even look all that pregnant. And then that belly!
After a shoes-to-flip-flops change before a walk on the beach last week, I got up from untying Emeline's shoes and saw a couple standing by their car and looking down at me with pity, obviously wondering if I was being held captive.
But I'm not.
I'm just practicing my socks and shoelaces skills.
1 comment:
Chris, what Emeline didn't tell you is that you get to be the one to teach Pancake shoe skills when the time comes...so she's making sure you get lots of practice. :-)
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