One day, a routine hospital appointment turned into a birthday. And out of the bottle came one Henry Giles Jeffcoat, formerly TJ, formerly resident at no. 1, Uterus Way.
I will tell you all about it soon. Until then, all you really need to know is that he has daddy’s ears and feet, does a hilariously unrestrained piggy squeal when he’s annoyed, and smells so delicious it’s all I can do not to sniffle him right up.
I have only accidentally called him TJ four times. I was worried I’d miss him, this baby-bump persona we’d invented and I’d carried around for eight months, but this boy of mine is about ten thousand times better than anything we imagined.