Pregnancy Time

It’s interesting how time passes when you’re pregnant. Depending on how you look at it, it can be going as slow as molasses and other times, it seems to be flying by. All in one run on sentence yesterday, I thought, “I’m basically half way, 10 more weeks until I’m 30 weeks--which is just about done--but I guess 10 more weeks is like 2.5 more months and then I’ve still really got 2.5 more months after that, so I guess I’ve still got a long way to go.” Fast to slow in 3 seconds. Hmm.

People around work have just started to notice the bump despite the baggy scrubs. One person asked me rather perfectly so as to not stick her foot in her mouth if I was not indeed pregnant: “Are you expanding your family in the next year or so?” I thought this was brilliant—I’ve never had it worded this way. Yesterday, though, someone else was not quite so clever: “Are you having a baby (as she reached for my bump)?” I wish I’d said no…I’ve always wanted to do that! But, the telling smile crept over my face and the game was over before it began. So, the news is out at work—what a relief. There’s something in the water around here though—seems there is a growing number of us who are expanding the families. I wasn’t the first and the number keeps rising.

I’m feeling good and looking forward to the 20 week anatomy-scan ultrasound mid-August. No, we are not going to find out—the surprise was too fun last time. No, we are not going to share the names we have picked out. Sorry, mom(s). With Bella, I was absolutely convinced we were having a boy—not that I was disappointed, I was just shocked! I had been certain. Yesterday, Charles asked me if I had a “mother’s intuition” type hunch. No. I suppose I was so jolted by having been wrong that I haven’t assumed that I can possibly have even a hunch or a feeling this time! What will be, will be and what we’ll be is amazed and blessed beyond words.