Used pockets to hold matted ultrasound photos, an idea I got from a fellow scrapper The poem reads " Running errands and talking on the phone, I am pleasantly reminded that I am not alone. Tiny little hands, a precious rounded knee, Pushing and twisting that no one can see. Oh sweet child kicking up your heels. It is our little secret that only I can feel. I look forward to your birth, When I can kiss your skin, But for now I will just smile, As I feel you play within.
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