A few months ago, when Paul was just 22 weeks old in the womb, we got this shadowy ultrasound picture of our little boy that would linger in our hearts until our kid was born. 

22 weeks

Every day, we got used to speaking to this little miracle growing inside of me – in the day, I took my meals extremely consciously, took my pills religiously, and each day as I went about my everyday routines, the feeling of little Paul moving inside me always left me breathless.

In the nights when I returned home from work, Eric would snap out our newly purchased camcorder, and we would do video recordings of 'the days before baby was born'. My fridge was filled with jelly cups then – sometimes my cravings would hit in the middle of the night. Every night after dinner, Eric would cut up persimmons and apples, and we would watch 'disallowed, gross' shows like Fringe, and catch up on Top Gear episodes.

We would close our nights around 11 pm, where Eric would sing 'The Lord Bless You and Keep You' to my belly, and tell our little miracle of our hopes and dreams for him, and then dozing off, the nights used to be long andweary, since it was difficult for me to find a proper position, and poor Eric had to retreat to the living room in the final month of our pregnancy.

Such was pregnancy to us, a total-life changing experience, that set the two of us off into a whole new routine of life for nine months or so.

Little did we know that when Paul was finally born, things would go totally havoc!

They call Paul a mini-Eric because he has his father's eyes! LOL, this kid is FULL of the funniest expressions, and every day is an experience in itself.

Pursed lips.

So well, Paul says hello, he likes all of you, and in the next post, he wants his mama to write about how he came into this world two weeks before his estimated arrival date! Till the next time…