Right this very second I am watching my very pregnant wife dancing in the living room. She is wearing a mask. It is kind of freaky. But it's not nearly as freaky as it would be if it was happening in real time right now. No, we're watching it on our TV. It's a video of her dancing her "mother dance" at a hafla back in April (she's a belly dancer, BTW). In the video she's 26 weeks pregnant and, if I do say so myself, looks pretty awesome (except for the mask. That scary, scary mask). It's not that I'd forgotten what she looked like when she was pregnant, but it was really amazing to see her again all big and round, carrying Gavin. Carrying Gavin! He's, like, inside of her body! It's the weirdest. Pregnancy is amazing and beautiful and magical and everything, but it's also really fucking weird.
We also watched some early videos of Gavin, one from right after he was born and the other a week later. I can't believe how tiny he was (and I know "tiny" is relative. He wasn't abnormally tiny. In fact, he was over 8 lbs. so he was a very good size). His skinny legs and feet! The dark brown hair on his head that's since fallen out and been replaced with blond. His little jerky movements. The sniffing sounds he used to make, like a puppy or something. And now's he's just days away from being one. He's a big, strapping toddler. With teeth! It's crazy.
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