Magic Moments

Lest you (or more importantly, our daughter) think that this pregnancy has had no magic, that it's all been me bitching about this that or the other (and yes, I know there's been a lot of that), I wanted to share a few of the amazing moments.

• The day we found out that I was pregnant. We were enjoying an amazing vacation at DisneyWorld, me looking somewhat longingly at the people with little kids or the very pregnant and wondering if we'd get our turn. I was sure it hadn't worked, tried my hardest not to think about it, but avoided soft cheeses just the same.

  Until the day before we found out, when I said screw it and had a really tasty Brie sandwich.

  The next morning, we were greeted by the faintest line on a pregnancy test ever.

• The day we first saw her heartbeat, at 6 weeks. She was but a wee dot and her little heart was just as big as her body. Of course, at that time we were convinced she was a boy.
• The day 2 weeks later, when she looked like a little tadpole.
• The first time I felt her move, at 13.5 weeks. Yes, this is early but I assure you, that was not gas. It was me sneezing very loudly and scaring my daughter.
• The day my nausea and gagging ended, at 24.5 weeks. That might be the best day of all.
• The night Andrea first felt the baby move.
• The night Andrea first saw the baby move under my belly.
• The night the baby played with us by swimming away from where we were patting her little rump under my belly.
• And now, these final weeks as we just wait and I grow bigger with each passing minute. There's a sense of calm and sort of disbelief that very soon, our family will grow by a couple of very small feet.