And not even a whole fourteen weeks at that. Where did the time go? I'm already having some premature form of separation anxiety from my little Gabriel. He's growing every day, and soon I'll be holding him in my arms, and he'll keep growing and growing and growing. ::Sigh::
A few nights ago, I was able to feel him moving in two places in my belly at the same time (head one place, feet the other). And he tickled my ribs too (I wonder how much longer that will feel like tickling rather than some comparable feeling of discomfort...)
In other news, today I read about a seven year old who was arrested for riding his dirtbike on a sidewalk. That's right - a seven year old. Go ahead and Google it. It's true. I saw it on Foxnews.com with my own two eyes. On the same page of headline-makers was a surreal blurb about an eight year-old who shot a thirteen year-old (whose only crime was answering the door when the eight year-old answered) in the head and killed him instantly. It's awful news to read, let alone to share, but I am still so stricken by the wow-ness of it, that I don't suppose it feels like a real thing that happened.
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