Last year on this day, I went in for an ultrasound. It wasn't going too well--while Graham's heartbeat was fine, he had not moved for 30 minutes.
I drank OJ to give him a sugar rush.
Nada. Little fetus boy didn't move.
Terence, in desperation, went out and got me a chocolate bar which I quickly ate.
We waited. And waited. And waited.
Voila!
The little one slowly turned toward us and with those eerie dark eyes looked right out at us.
April Fool's!
I prefer Graham's current game of peek-a-boo!
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