Friday, March 13, 2009

Rain Drops are Falling on my head...

It has been a while since I have done an update on here. Partly because I have been really tired lately and partly because I typed up an update, entered it on the site, and then did something stupid and erased the entire thing. Got to love technology!

We are currently 31 weeks pregnant and have had two prenatal appointments during our disappearance. Holden’s heart rate remains pretty healthy at 140-158. During our last appointment Little Man got a little excited when the midwife touched his little hiney and his heart rate increased to the 158. This made us laugh. He is head down and I’m thinking he has been this way since 21 weeks which is a very good thing!! The midwife doesn’t think he will turn again but if he does I’ll have a story to tell.

He is head down, butt to the right and legs and arms to the left…where he spends his days (and nights) kicking, punching and prodding around. I think he is going to be shy because he will kick around like there is no tomorrow but as soon as I call Hubby over he calms down and stops. He will throw some kicks in but nothing like what he does when Mama is busy and not pointing out his hyper moments. I find myself sitting at my desk at work smiling and in tears over the way he can move.

I’ve heard about a mother’s love and never knew the capacity until I got pregnant. Some people may argue that I’m not a mom yet because my baby hasn’t been born but I tell ya, you are wrong. Since before I ever knew I was pregnant my actions impacted our little one. Since I’ve known I’ve been pregnant, (the past 24 weeks), I think before I act. I think about this little one. I think what effect my actions will have on him. Little Man has impacted my life in a huge way and I’m grateful to God for allowing me the opportunity to experience the creation of life. I fell totally in love with the little guy at 7 weeks and 4 days and my love for him grows immensely every day.

In my immature years I thought seeing a baby right after it was born was a nasty thing. Ugh gross, is what I thought. How wrong I was!! I know I’ll be in tears when I see our boy on his Birth Day and I’m not going to care one second if they lay that “gooky thing” on me. Because he won’t be gooky to me and he definitely won’t be a thing. He will be our precious baby boy, who given the times, will have a tough road ahead of him, but with the love and support of his family and God he will make his father and I very proud. Gosh he makes me proud already when he kicks his daddy’s hand.

Saturday my family is throwing us a baby shower and then on Tuesday my friends at work are having one. I’m excited to get the baby room together and to get everything ready for our little one’s arrival. I know they consider you “full term” at 37 weeks and well folks that gives us 6 more. SIX MORE WEEKS!! That is no time at all!! We go back to the doctor on the 24th and then again two more weeks later. After those two appointments we will be visiting every week. How exciting is that?