I had my last prenatal doctor’s appointment today. I felt a little bittersweet. It was my last prenatal appointment for baby girl. I was the last patient. I was the last car out of the parking lot. My usual after appointment routine, lunch and shopping and browsing would end. With the appointments I had a leisurely pace and got to do what needed to get done or what I wanted to do. It was me time.
Sure it would have been nice to have a few husband and wife times but we have been at different paces lately that it wouldn’t have been what I had hoped for. It would have been more of rushing back and forth. It’s a city thing, I suppose. Hubby is still on city time. I’m on baby time. I still have a bit of city time in me, hence the antsy battiness of just lying in bed but there comes a time when your 10 month pregnant body says, “Honey, your mind may want to but your body will not have any of it. Sit down and eat an ice cream sandwich.”
I met with the doctor who will deliver my baby. He sat with me and calmed my fears and answered my questions.
They performed an NST and I got to hear my baby's heartbeat for a good 30 minutes straight. It felt good to hear her strong heartbeat.
I wonder if that's how she feels when she hears mine. When it beats hard, it's because I'm probably thinking of you, baby girl. I can't wait to meet you.