I never thought when I got pregnant that I would do things "normally". The baby showers and belly touching and Lamaze class are all a little much for me. My definitely less than normal pregnancy experience has left little time for all that regardless of how I felt anyway.
But here I lay in my bed with my Sony noise cancelling headphones propped on my belly, exposing my son (that's so weird to say) to the glorious complexities of Bob Dylan. It may be a cliche, but his little nudges and squirms make it entirely worth it. And I'll be damned if my kid doesn't have good taste in music even from the womb.
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