Yesterday I had a routine doctor’s appointment. To get those who may have missed it up to speed, most of the monthly visits with this pregnancy have been difficult for me, since I learned we lost Ethan at a routine ultrasound. My nerves only began to settle at twelve weeks—once I knew this baby was living longer than Ethan did. (Now we’re at twenty-five weeks!)
Anyway, on to the good news.
- Everything is great with this pregnancy thus far! The doctor was delighted when I said Henry’s kicks are more painful than Jacob’s were. Apparently, that means things are gong just fine.
- At every leg of my subway journey to the Upper East Side, someone offered to help me with Jacob, who was in the stroller. Hooray! I look pregnant enough to need help/people are paying attention to those around them!
- I didn’t freak out for a full week before this appointment. I didn’t freak out at all, really. I’ve seen this baby so many times; I know that he is, indeed, a boy; and I feel his nocturnal parties every night to reassure me. I truly do believe that we will have another mouth to feed, a heart to form, a boy to love come January.
Can I get an “Amen!”?
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