He loves books, it must be in the genes. His bookshelf is literally overflowing, It may have something to do with my slight obsession with children's books and now my perfect excuse to buy them. I once read that a house without books is a home with no soul. Our house has an almighty soul.
I'm also the little one's Mother too. Mother of two - it's just dawning on me. The kicks are getting stronger and more frequent, my belly a little bigger, my thoughts a little more geared towards preparing. I'm halfway through now and it scares me that in the amount of time I've already been pregnant, I'll be cradling a newborn in my arms. It's just going by so fast. And with the days and weeks that pass in a mere flash I'm also conscious of celebrating this time and this pregnancy. The growing of new life. Because it really is such a wonderful thing.
We had our second and final ultrasound last week and while we didn't want to find out the sex (the surprise is just too precious, the wondering so entertaining) it would have been very obvious at one point when the pelvis and thighs were in full view. So did we see? No, buba's hands were crossed over its genitals. It didn't want us to know. I love that. I love you buba.