Sweet baby Zimmerman, you have no idea what you've done to us already.
You are a mere 18 weeks and you've already made me catch my breath a few times now.
Saturday, your daddy and I went to the Lake Erie Crushers game with your grandma and grandpa. (Oh, little ZBug, you could not possibly know how excited those two are to meet you!) Grandma was talking to me about who-knows-what. Why can't I remember what she was saying? Because right then, in the hard plastic bleachers, as she was talking and fans were cheering, you moved. Not just once... you kept moving. And this time it wasn't the "millions of little bubbles" that I had felt before. No, this time it was YOU. It was a little tiny 5.6" YOU moving, turning, twisting, kicking... YOU.
The world just stopped for me. Right there, amongst all of the chaos, all I knew was you. Your daddy was excited too - he can't wait to be able to feel you moving in there! Keep it up, little one, those little movements will be what brings me to my knees; what makes me stop and take everything in; they'll be the things that remind me of what's important (and what's not); every little kick and punch is a reminder of YOU, our little blessing that's growing bigger each and every day.
We'll see you this Friday - it's (y)our anatomy appointment. Will we find out if you're going to be a little he or a little she? It won't matter either way - you are loved more than you can ever know, will ever know.
Love,
Mommy
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