The Dodo Bird

I started feeling flutters around 15 weeks and Mark got to join in on the fun when he felt the Goose conducting a zumba class right around week 17. With concrete proof that this pregnancy was legit, we couldn't wait to get to know her and for her to know us. We figured she's already getting more than her share of hearing my voice throughout the day that Mark should start getting some quality time in with her too. So one night he put his head gently on my belly and thought of something to say. I was expecting some sweet nothings as his first words to his little girl but what came out was more of a  high pitched warble that scared the crap out of me and most definitely the goose as she responded with a quick jab to his temple (yes!). This 'dodo' sound has become a weird ritual for daddy and daughter bonding time and the best part is she never fails to respond with a good swift kick or punch to the sound. When she makes her debut in February hopefully she'll be pleasantly surprised to see that her Pops isn't covered in blue and purple feathers (at least that's how I picture dodos).

Me and Dodo - 2 years married!