Today is my 26th birthday and I am 38 weeks pregnant. Before work today, Jordan and I hit up some garage sales and I was thinking if what (if any) kind of nickname we would be giving Jonas. Then as his foot poked hard out of my right side... "Oh, Little Foot," I sighed.
Little Foot. I like it.
I like it because it reminds me of one of my favorite childhood movies "The Land Before Time" - and it just makes me smile. Who knows if it will stick, but for now my term of endearment for my little guy will be that.
Little Foot has been shoving at least one of his feet as far to the right as possible since about 20 weeks. I could hardly believe it at the time, because my bump was cute and didn't seem to go as far as this little foot was going. Well, now as my bump has turned into quite the belly, he is still pushing the boundaries of just how far this foot can go. I have to say that it makes me start tearing up when I think about it. It is silly, but I feel like this is one of those little special things that only I share with my little guy. It reminds me daily (if not hourly) that he is in there.
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