Thursday, May 27, 2010
getting there.
dear baby,
the best one calls you Mr. Baby. she's hoping you arrive on the soonish side, now that you're officially term, so that there's a better chance of my--and your--being mobile in enough time to fly to her wedding. if you feel like complying, we would really like to attend, but we know these things are tricky. do as you feel is best.
you freaked me out yesterday. after not moving around very much during your normal 10:00 p.m. boogie hour, you spent a very chill morning. the first one in recent memory, in fact, in which you have not awoken before me and treated me to some early morning cha-cha as i struggle to stay asleep for fifteen more godforsaken minutes. i ate some cereal and laid back down to do a kick count, and sure enough, you wiggled ten times in about twenty minutes. but they were seriously paltry wiggles. and after ten you stopped again.
sooo, i called the midwives and we went in for a non-stress test. you actually started to perk up in the car on the way there, and then made a beautiful print out for them of your nicely variable heart rate while i snuggled up in one of the L&D rooms (the big one, with the best view out over westwood). all was well. you are doing some great work in there. everyone out here appreciates the effort.
it's early yet to start drumming fingers, asking when you're going to come. i think i'm eager for the next exciting thing to happen more than i'm anxious to have you on the outside. to be frank, there's still some stuff i'm hoping to do before you show up, so i'm not putting on immediate pressure. but if you wanted to shock us all and show up this week, i don't think anyone would be really put out. i haven't fallen in love in a while, and i'm really looking forward to it.
so get here. safely, when you can, and with a minimum of shoulder dystocia.
love,
lb.
