I managed to stay up until midnight on New Year’s Eve, thanks to Scattergories, Pictionary and a couple of friends, who also happen to be expecting a babysaurus of their own just a few weeks before us. For the pregnant ladies it was a monumental achievement, which we celebrated by going to bed twenty minutes later.
Even Babysaurus joined in the celebration at midnight with a dance party in my uterus that was so enthusiastic, Keith was able to really feel the kicks and punches and rolls for the first time. However, now Babysaurus seems to think that midnight revelry is perfectly acceptable every night, which it is for a 22-year-old, but not when you’re still unborn and Mama has to go to work in the morning. Sorry kid; we need to talk about this.