That’s the name that the Hubby and I have decided on the Tadpole. We have no idea on his middle name, but we’re tossing out ideas.
And for those who have emailed me, worried: No, I have not miscarried. Little Daniel is fine, growing very fast. I have felt pretty bad cramping these past few days, but the Hubby assures me that they’re just Braxton-Hicks contractions, and that I should drink more water.
I can feel Daniel kick and move, just above my navel these days. The first week in July will be the beginning of my third — and final — trimester. And now that means thinking of the future of my little family.
To use my students’ phrase, my little family is going through much “drama” these days. But things should get better — we hope and pray it does. As I look down at my increasing belly, I only feel love for the little boy growing within me, as I hope the world he comes into will love him as much as I do right now.
Daniel. His name is Daniel.