It is easy to get caught up in the worries of life. There is never enough money. Sick family members. Still missing our kitty. I was definitely feeling the doldrums of the first day back to reality after a holiday weekend when I went in for my bi-weekly checkup yesterday.
But it's hard to feel blue when the little man in your tummy insists on showing off for the doctor, moving around so much that she cracked up. He was so active that his movements interfered with hearing his heart beat on the doppler. Instead of the sweet "thud-thud-thud" of his heart, all we heard was "thwack-rumble-rumble-kick" as he performed his own little personal tap dance.
"Did you eat something really sugary before you came?" She asked me. I grinned at her.
"Nope. This is a typical afternoon in our world."
Our little man measures exactly where he should and weighs about 4 pounds. Doctor says if he comes on his due date, we'll be looking at an eight pound baby with personality.
"I wish all my patients pregnancies were going as well as yours," she commented as we watched my stomach bounce around.
So for the rest of the afternoon, I still worried about money. And family. And I still missed our cat. But in the grand scheme of things, I have a healthy little man growing inside me--who responds to his dad's voice and plays poking games with him, whose movements I wait for in the morning when I wake up and smile when I feel, and who is already making everyone around him a little happier. And that is what is most important.
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