Sound and motion

Well, if movement is any indication this flu hasn't hurt witch baby at all. In face s/he's developing definite movement patterns - kicks around 10 am, very active in the late afternoon, and last night quite a lot of what I interpreted as stretching out, since it hurt in two directions. Not as much as it *will* hurt, but enough that I walked around to see if I couldn't convince witch baby to shift in some other way.

I still miss Emily, but I am enjoying this movement too now, more freely. I suppose this is just continuing to establish that new relationship with this baby.

There was a news report that a child died at East General and the coroner's office is investigating. Yeah. All I can say is you won't be finding me there anytime soon, unless it's to do something legal.

Even more exciting, I think the baby can hear. I was watching a show on baby language acquisition and they were showing the babies react to that high-pitched repetitive parent-voice ("that's your arm! Yes, your arm! Who has the cutest little arm!") and I was repeating it a bit and *wham* witch baby went all wriggly each time that high pitch penetrated. Now who knows really but I was having a lot of fun with it.

I am refinding my capacity for fun, despite all the fear underneath it.

And I still wake up a lot of mornings at 6:30 desperate for Emily. Both can exist at once.