The Quickening
Today marks the day that E first felt the baby move. She described the feeling as 'frog like'. I found out via a text message while eating a sandwich in Ferrol.
A chronicle of our experience as new parents
Today marks the day that E first felt the baby move. She described the feeling as 'frog like'. I found out via a text message while eating a sandwich in Ferrol.
Sorry its been so long since a post, but a lot has been going on. A week ago Friday I was reassigned to La Spagna. So the vast majority of time has been closing out everything at work and preparing myself, my stuff and my family for a move. This Spain gig should be 1.5yrs so our baby will most likely be born in Spain. When I told a friend of mine his first question was, "which national team will the kid play for; Spain, US or Poland?" I'd like to think there are bigger issues than that - and I don't even know if our child will be granted Spanish citizenship by birth (frankly, I doubt it) - but it did cause me to stop and think.
I'm typing. E's trying on clothing; trying to determine what will fit her as she gets bigger, what fits her now and what is hopelessly unworkable for the next 7 months. She's got two pairs of maternity pants; one pair of jeans, and one pair of khakis. They have that elastic band at the top. She's trying differenet combinations of tops to see what matches and what doesn't and keeps adding a jean tunic to the mix. Poor thing, the belly is starting to prevent her from wearing her normal bottoms, even with the belly band around the waist. She keeps checking herself first directly, then in profile, in the mirror.