Lost Parent Diary

At the time of writing this post, my wife is pregnant with our first child. It’s all new to us, so things can be awing, frustrating, strange, touching but usually a mix of all four.

Lying in bed on the weekend in the morning, K will sometimes place my hand on her belly. In my half conscious state, I feel the little one practicing the time honored martial art of Judo… or is it Capoeira? Or maybe just bar fighting…

Whatever it is, we feel it. It is one of the first and few tangible reminders that soon I’ll be a father. It really seems to drive it home to be that there’s really something growing in there.

Kinda crazy…

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April 28, 2008 @ 11:28 am, by Trent Hamm

It always felt rather like karate to me. Lots of specific strikes to the inside of my wife’s belly.
May 1, 2008 @ 9:04 pm, by magda

At first it’s such a strange feeling, kinda like gas bubbles. Then when you realize what it is and the baby grows, you can make out actual kicks.
May 3, 2008 @ 11:58 am, by Andre

Trent: There is definitely some ninja action going on. It’s kind of hard to relate because we’re guys…

Magda: That’s one big gas bubble…
August 30, 2008 @ 11:13 am, by Trackbacks
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