Infatuated

[I felt my niece kick for the first time yesterday afternoon. Kate, Mom and I were sitting on Kate and Mike's sofa. The shower (well, party; when was the last time you heard Talking Heads' "Psycho Killer" played at a baby shower?) was about over, just the family and the organizers left. We were talking about the little pool they've put together for the happy day when Kate grabbed my hand and placed it on her immense belly.]

[I immediately felt the kick kick, and squealed a good third above high C. "There's a person in there!" The assembled laughed, and I left my hand there, feeling the thump thump. Kate and I don't hang out much, even though we've lived in the same city for over a year now. One little gesture from her told me it doesn't matter. And I'm gonna be an uncle for reals!!!]

[(Oh, my bet? October 17, P.M. The due date. Audrey's gonna be one on-time chick. And I'm gonna read her all the Oz books and Grimm's Fairy Tales and...)]

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