Aw...hic...that's so...hic...cute

One of the things that annoys many people when a friend or acquaintance has a new baby (particularly for the first time) is that everything said baby does, no matter how trivial, mundane, or disgusting, becomes the cutest thing in the world. I had one friend, at the time a father for all of three days, extol the virtues of new baby poop, and how he reveled in its yellow-ness. I found this to be both hilarious and horrible.

Well guess what world, I am about to become one of "them." You see, I'm not here to tell you that my baby is the smartest, bestest in the world (yet), but she - in utero, mind you - has already done the cutest thing. She has the hiccups.

Prenatal hiccups are not uncommon, and when reading a Daddy Book a few months back chuckled at the thought of it. My Lovely Wife gets the hiccups from time to time. And not the small, high-pitched kind. These are full-out Barney Gumbel diaphragm explosions. So I guess it's only natural (or genetic) that Lefty would come down with them, too.

I haven't had the chance to feel or hear her hiccuping yet, only living vicariously through my wife's excited phone calls. But let me tell you, my baby, drinking her amniotic fluid a little too quickly (aww, just like daddy at a bar!), to the point of having little baby hiccups?

Cutest. Thing. Ever.