Now in my third trimester, I’ve been having the awesome experience of waking up frequently during the night. And since we moved to our new place, our bedrooms are not as dark as we’d like because of emergency exit lights just outside the windows.
This means that often I find myself staring at my husband while he sleeps, studying him for signs of Addi. Will she have his nose? His forehead? His cheeks?
The other day I found myself flipping through the sonogram pics on my phone while I was on the bus. I stopped at the one of her hand and studied it closely. It’s already been 12 weeks since then and I miss those regular glimpses we had in the beginning.
“She has your hands,” I told Mekuria as we woke up this morning. I’d been looking at his hands during my early early morning wake before drifting back to sleep for awhile.
Only two months now until we see for ourselves what she looks like — who she looks like. I already feel butterflies just thinking about her smiling at me for the first time. The road ahead has never been so mysterious and exciting.