Striped Toe Socks

I can't believe how quickly the time is flying by. I know that sounds like a complete cliche, but wow, I'll be five months this week. Tomorrow is the Big Ultrasound. Despite of Lisa's diligent campaigning, we are not finding out the gender.

When I hear about other people on the Due in August group on Rav finding out what they are having I do feel a little jealous, but most of the time I don't mind. And sometimes I do. I also realize it's just the beginning of parenting negotiations. Coming together with different sets of ideas and family history is all part of raising a child together.

I have been anxiously awaiting any movement from the Little One. I thought I felt something a few weeks ago, but then nothing, so I guess not. The last few days though there has been something going on. The fact that it is consistent and not associated with other tummy rumblings makes me think it might be for real this time.

My parents are coming with us tomorrow. Their excitement fills me with such joy. J and I are nervous and excited and worried and any other number of emotions, but for them it is pure happiness. The baby is part of them, a concrete person that they can't wait to meet. For me it is still in the abstract. Their love enhances my own. That's the way family should be, each generation being blessed by the love of all the people who have gone before them.