Abe and I returned from "Mejico" (pronounced "me-hee-co", as my brother calls it), on Thursday night. I, burned to a crisp and already started the dandruff face look; Abe still as pale as he was when we arrived- liver may be a little more "tan" aka brown from the shots of tequila and heavy amounts of michelada drinking he did- but hey, we were in Mexico! He was drinking for three....err two.
While in Mexico, a funny little thing happened. I started getting kicked (hard) by my baby! Like punching me in the gut/bladder kicks. So hard, Abe could FINALLY feel what I had been telling him for the last couple of weeks. It was the strangest, but most cool feeling in the world. When the baby kicked Abe's hand, I looked over to see his reaction- and it was one of pure shock. I started crying because it scared me a little and Abe's eyes widened like he'd just seen a ghost.
It was a fun little moment for us, and a great vacation to celebrate our 3rd wedding anniversary, an early 30th bday (yikes!), and our growing bambino.
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