My Jitterbug

Okay, So one of the things about growing a babbitt, is that you tend to have hormones jumping out at you abso- friggin - lutley everywhere, we're talking brain cells, Cheacne ( which i tend to describe as the lovely acne that is now growing between my swelling by the second breasts, and also the love hormones. So as much as I love my new set of Knockers, I can't show off any freaking cleavage because of the Cheacne. But that's not what I wanted to post about, mabye another day. Today I wanted to celebrate the man who put me in this hormonal predicament. And celebrate him in a good way. You see the other night ( meaning every night this past week) we were sitting on the couch watching X-Files... ( surprise surprise) and well I have been feeling a lot of butterflies and flutters and kicks and lovely little taps that let me know that this kid we are growing is going to be a WILD child! So Jer has started holding his hand on my tummy and he has actually been feeling some of these oh so precious movements. Well it is just the darndest thing. He's sitting there this 32 yr old man, with his hand on my tummy and when he feels something his face Lights up, I'm talking 6 year old at Christmas, just unwrapped the He-Man She Ra - Castles. I have NEVER in my long time of being with this wonderful man, ever seen his face light up this much. Not even when he unwrapped his light saber (1 year ago) and that my dears means that this is really something special to him. So of course my love hormones go all wonky and I just tear up a bit, but of course it's dark because duh we're watching Mulder and Scully find the truth out there, and along we go with our night, until bedtime, when my sweetie, sweet sweetums, sings his little lullaby to our peach. Yes it's a U2 song but a darn perfect one for a lullaby. And he sings it every night so that when the baby is born, and all fussy and stuff, he can sing it to them then and they'll calm down because it was a happy memory whil e in Utero or some psychological willy nilly like that. So today I celebrate the future papa to my peach, the man of my wildest dreams and who I can't imagine ever not being here to dance with me in the kitchen, or rub my aching belly, feet, head, whatever.
I love you dearie and look forward to more wacki wacko times ahead......
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