LIVE and Kicking!

The Midwives told us we could expect to feel kicking around Week 20.

Today is Week 20 and at 7.51am on this lazy Sunday morning, my beautiful bride takes my hand, places it firmly on her belly and…


Whoa! Right on schedule…

Nothing quite prepares you for the first time you feel your schnitzel/elle kick!

I just hope our schnitzel/elle doesn’t pop out into the world and be like…

“Oh sorry, I thought I had two mothers? What, with the high pitched squeals and all.”

Yes. I squealed like a girl. In one tiny instant, a fully grown man had suddenly become…

Richard Simmons.

That’s how hard it was to contain my excitement.

This makes it all so much more real, people!

I already mentioned there are two things people generally do when they’re excited.

Jumping for joy and peeing their pants.

I’m finished the jumping part…



It feels like my batter just slid into home plate!

(Wow, that didn’t even remotely, sound quite right???)

What I mean is, we’ve just scored a touchdown, at the elusive 12 Week mark!

(Another mixed sporting metaphor?)

My point is

“We made it!!!”

(Or rather…our little “tenant” made it)

All the tests confirm (at least, at this point), that there is indeed, a healthy teeny-tiny Adventurer Extraordinaire, in our mids.

(Me-lady’s “mids” to be precise).

Well, it’s not hard to see this baby was conceived in Bali…how relaxed is that?? Kickin’ back, relaxing, catching some rays…Waiter, my mocktail please (non-alcoholic, of course).

But still, it’s just under 2 weeks before the three of us will be reunited in Bali again.

Thank heavens for the miracle of…technology and the internet (oh, and that other amazing thing, what do you call it…Life?)

Not only can we see what’s going on inside the baby’s room, but I also get to see it from 3231 miles away!

And that is by no means, a huge stretch of the imagination as it is so much, an enormous stretch…of the umbilical cord.