WHEN did I pass the four month mark? and the fifth? and become smack dab in the middle of sixth month? I seriously marvel when I tell people how far along I am...because I hardly believe it myself.
In no time at all, I'll be posting pictures of Sweet Baby.
This pregnancy started out differently for us. For the first time, we decided to keep it hush-hush... wanting to experience what we knew so many other people had done before: the decision to share it with a few close friends, marveling silently in the gift of life.
All while prolonging the inevitable comments from those people who think rude equals witty. Things like "Again?" or "Don't you know what causes that yet?" Or "Trying for that boy, huh?" You know, something original and charming like that.
So for the first 15 weeks, we shared a fun little secret...only speaking of Baby with a few selected peeps, as I puked my guts out and tried to pretend to the world that all was well. *grin*
Maybe that's why it seems to have gone so much faster? because as far as Public was concerned, I wasn't pregnant until July.
Or maybe it's the fact that we've had a few rough months relationally (I don't mean maritally) and emotionally our attentions have been elsewhere?
Or maybe because we both have so much going on in our lives right now with all the new doors open before us?
Or the fact that we have four little beauties to distract us?
I don't know the reason. But I do know I'm shocked that I haven't taken the time to write about my sweet little Baby. After all, this is the way I document for my family.
So I begin today. more than half way through...on the doorstep of the last trimester.
July 23rd (17weeks 2 days)I started having cramps. nothing really big, but enough to make me want to at least call the OB to see what they wanted me to do. They suggested I come in.
So I did; Jet and I meeting with Barbara while Mom kept the girls at my house.
Ever since we unexpectedly lost the last baby (@ 16 weeks gestational), I always hold my breath when they try to hear the heartbeat. It was no different this time. especially when the midwife, wand on my belly searching for a heartbeat, started muttering to herself.
about how slow the heartbeat was...and how odd.
It never surprises me how quickly tears can come to my eyes when it has to do with my sweet little family. I looked over at Jet, hoping to see a calm and peace that I didn't have. He is my rock in times like that. my tangible reflection of Jesus.
But thankfully, Barbara finally seemed at peace with what she heard. though apparently not enough to send me directly home. Off to the ultrasound room we went!
I have to admit, I wasn't at all bummed. Because it was there, weeks earlier than expected, that we found out our next little baby is ANOTHER GIRL!
