Yesterday Laura and I went in for another ultra-sound (number eight!) and this time you could see a lot more. Not too surprising I guess, with only six weeks to go.
Anyway I keep finding myself saying stupid things like, “it’s got a little nose!” And of course, one would hope it did, along with, for instance, little eyes and a little mouth and various other little parts. But hearing such mindless pronouncements come out of my mouth, it’s beginning to sink in that I’m probably going to be one of those parents, forever prattling on about the kid and whatever adventures it’s gotten into, boring people with photos and stories that could only possibly interest myself and Laura. As if ours is the first kid to walk, talk, or make a funny face.
But it will be the first kid of ours to do it, and I suppose in the end that’s enough.