Thursday, September 24th, 2009
My dearest dear,
Today, I am 22 weeknow! I can feel you stronger and stronger inside my body. It’s such a wonderful experience that I feel so powerless to put it into words.
Time always plays some kind of cosmic joke, erasing the memories of those happy moments in life and leaving the wound that refuses to be healed. Now I don’t remember a lot of precious moments that belong to us. How I exactly feel when I first know you’ve come?When did I first hear your heartbeat? What’s the first nickname I gave you? Sorry, Baby. Those wonderful things meant so much to me, but now I only got a glimpse of vague memories. That’s why I decide to keep this diary. Perhaps one day we will read them together
You always kick me while I am working, as if you are afraid I am so engrossed in my work that I might ignore you. When I have time and tummy talk to you, you just turn around and keep quiet. What a naughty babe you are!
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