Thorberta had her second fetal EKG this week, and again, she aced it - at'sa my girl! The pediatric cardiologist says her growth is right on track, and all the chambers of the heart look perfect. She also continued to demonstrate her dislike of the poking, prodding ultrasound probe by attempting to wiggle away from it at every opportunity, as she has at each ultrasound thus far. The doctor said, "She's teasing me! She'll get into the PERFECT position to measure her heart for a nanosecond, then wiggle away. This kid is a spitfire." No kidding, Dr. S, no kidding.
We took our first hospital tour last weekend, and it was interesting to meet some other expectant couples - many of whom were in far more advanced stages of waddling than I. The tour guide showed us around the maternity floor, including a labor & delivery room, and when she demonstrated how the hospital bed transforms into The Birthing Chair of Horrors (my term), the entire group went silent and many of the men went visibly pale. Hee. Next, we walked past the NICU, and saw a couple of impossibly tiny, fragile preemie babies under UV lights in isolettes... Cue the maternal hormones, making every woman there sniffle.
It was all very surreal, realizing that in just a few short weeks, I'll be the one in one of those hospital rooms, grunting and groaning like a prizewinning hog at the county fair. But then, oh, THEN, we get to meet her! I just can't wait to see her and hold her for the first time, and watch David meet his baby girl.
Daaaaaang. We're somebody's PARENTS.
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