Baby, we'll be fine

Nothing's more important in life than life (not even football). I've digested this fact and am learning to cope with being responsible for it. There's already been a change: doubts are fading, fears receding. Somehow I'm much more confident that we'll manage. I'm sure everything will be okay.
The Würmchen is now 6.93 cm long. A flippin' giraffe. We went to see the gynaecologist last Thursday. Those guys get away with murder, but I won't get into that now.
This time I went in with Jenny and we could see our creation on the screen. Its head is as big as the rest of its body (its father's brains then) and the doctor pointed out its arms and legs and arse. Again, it was all very blurry, but Jenny could see it moving, (I thought it was just your man moving the camera around).

Apparently it's even developed fingernails and toenails. Couldn't see them of course. It can suck its thumb and get hiccups. Probably not at the same time. Next it'll get fingerprints (hope it picks nice ones) and then it can start flexing its arms and kicking its legs (just in time for the semi-final on Wednesday).
It's all a bit mad, but everyone's healthy and that's the main thing. The rest will fall into place. One step at a time.
Waw, I don't know what to say, I'm shocked!! Félicitations Ciaran, quel bonheur!
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Good luck with everything, you two (and to the one in making...). You can always count on your ex-pat friends in Belgium. Besos
ReplyDeleteEverything will fall into place. Just wait and see.
ReplyDeleteIn the west people seem to freak out about the money a lot. But babies need love and care most of all.