Dalia has started to show in the last few days. Not majorly, but in the way that’s just noticeable enough to us. Her stomach is bulging and rounding more than just from too many tacos. Our baby is in there growing!
We’ve been following the expected weekly growth plan of our baby since the beginning. From poppy seed to orange seed to sweet pea to blueberry to raspberry and now somewhere near a green olive. Making more space before becoming a prune, plum, avocado, squash and watermelon. Bursting into our lives later this year as a crying, squirming ball of energy, sweeter than any fruit in the world.
Somehow this change has moved me more than the others beforehand. Dalia felt all the symptoms and I just observed. But now I can tangibly see and feel evidence of this new life growing too, and it’s incredible.
Dalia’s mom turned 60 today and we’re in our sixth week of Covid lockdown. So much has happened and is happening in the world our child will enter. But his/her job is to grow in peace, absorb what he needs and do what she’s gotta.
While we do the same out here. Washing hands, making puzzles, bingeing shows from the comfiest corner of our couch. Laying down our last set of memories as a duo, soon to open the page on the family album from here on in.
Dad In The World 