It’s March 12, 2014 and I’m feeling spring fever! Yesterday I wore capri’s and flip flops, not just for the swelling in my feet, but for the sheer joy of having it feel like spring is really coming.
Last week’s doctor appointment went well. Our baby still didn’t want to look at the camera, so no face shots and no new photos that show anything. But she was at least on her side this time so they were able to get the heart and kidney pictures and measurements they wanted. Everything is measuring and tracking normally. I’m finding it’s a little easier to be more at ease psychologically at this point because she is so active and moving all the time. It is a most reassuring feeling, although sometimes the timing of punching and squeezing my bladder is most ill-timed! Honestly, I am still in awe of the whole thing. Many people have asked when it “felt real” or when “it really sunk in” to which both my husband and I reply it still hasn’t! There are still days I can’t quite make myself believe it’s all real. Believe me, at 25 weeks, it feels real enough physically, but the whole experience is so miraculous I’m not sure the shock will ever wear off – even when we get to hold her in our arms.
I’ve shared all the pictures of our little miracle’s growth. I thought maybe I’d share a few of my own:
Meanwhile, the dog is wondering why I’m not jumping up to play with him:
This week’s new experience was going to our first birthing class last night. It was so weird to look around at all the young, first time parents. I couldn’t help but comment to Blake that we could probably be parents of most of them! I’m sure they were wondering what this old couple was doing there. I was impressed that we both took the class information generally well. A few photos we could have done without, and may have had to look away a time or two, and I may have cut off the circulation in Blake’s hand once or twice, but generally we soaked up the information. The anesthesiologist did a short presentation on epidurals, and the discussion points were all about preterm or overdue concerns, what to expect and the various procedures that often accompany a delivery. I’m still absolutely terrified.
Everything else is continuing at a spring time pace. The kids are in their last trimester of school. The grass is starting to green in patches. Blake is traveling next week for work, his first time with his new employment. Cidnie got her driver’s license. Life continues on full tilt!
Dearest Little One,
I can’t tell you how wonderful it is to feel you move so much! Thanks for letting daddy feel it too. Perhaps you can explain what it is that you love so much about being so low? Any chance I could talk you into moving up just a bit? I’d love to be able to sleep for more than 2 hours at night without having to go to the bathroom.
I continue to marvel at the miracle it is to have you growing inside me. The quiet moments when I feel your valiant spirit react to the setting or circumstances is breathtaking. Your innocence is overwhelming. You are already teaching me so much.
Every day your brother or sister comments on how they wish you were already here, how fun it will be to hold you and take care of you. I quite agree! And our little family is only the beginning of excitement! Everyone we know is so excited about you. I get constant comments on how cute you are as a baby bump and how wonderful it is to see. You have brought an amazing level of energy and excitement into our lives!
Continue to grow well, little one. Continue to keep us all in awe, because it’s the most wonderful feeling ever. And continue to help mommy not be so scared about this entire process that will be wrapping up in just a few more, short months!