Dear Baber,
This week has flown
right by. Thanks in part to influenza rearing its ugly head and a record high
patient count for our walk-in clinic – combined with our added appointments
with the midwife, our early trip to the lab for our glucose tolerance test, the
seemingly unending house work, and your Dad’s grad school assignments….it’s been
busy. But it’s helping the time pass quickly before you get here, when I know
the pace will change so drastically.
You’re still the
talk of the town among my patients. They all ask about you – the school-aged
kids, the teenage girls, the elderly ladies, even the old men. And I tell them
you’re one dear and active baby. I tell them you still have no name and no
furniture. You are expected in May and we don’t know your gender. You do have
some onesies, a bunny nightlight, and a whole lot of love (which seems like
plenty in my book). It’s been fun to see their faces brighten when they see
your little bottom move around on my belly. Because of the large bump on my
belly you have created, one of my nursing home patients with dementia became
lucid enough to tell me a story from one of her pregnancies. You are already
touching hearts.
I do think you’ve
already chosen your favorite person: your Dad. And that’s ok with me. Whenever
he starts talking to you, you do lots more thumping and squirming than around
anyone else. It makes my heart jump. He’s going to teach you so many things,
that dad of yours: how to have a knack for adventure and a good sense of humor, how to strum a guitar and
dribble a basketball, how to give your heart and life to Jesus.
At your last check
up, the midwife told me that you were measuring perfectly. Although I feel like you are huge in
there. Like you need more space to stretch out. At night, if I lay down, I can
see my whole stomach flatten in the front and stretch out wide from side to
side, then go back into position as you shake a bit. It looks like you had a great big yawn. You’re adorable to
me already.
12 more weeks in
there little baber…I can’t wait to meet you.
I love you,
Mom
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