A Little Story

The last few days have been emotionally draining for me. It started Sunday while at B's baseball game. I usually feel baby girl right around the same time everyday. She's usually predictable and somewhat active. Well by Sunday afternoon I hadn't felt her move, which was weird. So I did all the things they say to do: drank something cold or sweet, laid on my side, walked for 5 minutes then laid on my side, did cartwheels and drank a liter of coke (just kidding!) then laid on my side, etc... Still nothing. Well by this point it's Sunday evening and I'm starting to get cranky. I can tell because I'm being short with B and getting emotional over some random tv show. Anyway, we had dinner then I (yup, you guessed it) laid on my side. I thought I might have felt some movement in there but by this point I'm so paranoid that I'm second guessing everything. Well we head to bed and pray over her like we do every night and I felt a little better. Well, I tossed and turned all night because I couldn't sleep...

The next morning I get up and head to work, still don't feel her, so I call my dr. He tells me to come in for an ultrasound so we can check things out. At this point I'm past paranoid, I'm so emotional I can't sit at my desk without crying. Geez, get a grip lady. I pull myself together and head for the hospital where they proceed to make me repeat four. different. times. who I am, whether or not I have any paperwork, and why I am there. So not efficient. What if something is horribly wrong with my baby and you're wasting my time asking me inane questions?!?! No, I didn't yell that, but believe me, I really wanted to. After all that, I'm asked to wait in the waiting room. As I sit and anticipate all kinds of non-helpful scenarios, who decides to make herself known? Of course. Baby girl starts kicking as I sit there trying not to cry. Ultrasound tech chooses that moment to call my name and sees me holding back tears. Man, they probably thought they had a basket case on their hands! I go through with the ultrasound because hey, I'm already there, and hey, I wanna make sure her heart is beating normally and there's nothing else to be worried about.

As soon as I hear her heartbeat I start crying all over again. (I probably scared the ultrasound dude forever) Her heartbeat is normal and she's fine. Whew! Relief. I start to relax and enjoy seeing her squirm around during the rest of the ultrasound. She's a character, that one. I felt kinda silly afterward, but hey, I'd rather be safe than sorry. So, you ask, Why was she so lazy calm? Who knows?! But I gave her a talking to and told her she needed to let me know at least once a day that she's ok in there. I think she understood me because she has been kicking non-stop all day today. Thanks, baby girl. I'm glad you're having fun in there! 

And because a blog post is not a blog post without a picture, here's a pic of B giving his girl a kiss:

Welcome to parenthood, right? I'm sure it's just the beginning...