November 7th, 2014
Approximately four cases of Ebola have been reported in the US, but when you type "how" into the search box of Google the first thing it suggests is "how...is ebola spread". Every time we go to an appointment they ask me if I've been to West Africa or been around anyone who has lately. My answer is always "No", but the funny thing is that every time they mention West Africa I start day dreaming about what it would be like to go there.
Our first appointment was scary for us. Daddy and I were holding hands, but for a minute they couldn't find you since you were so small and we were at our first appointment a week early, according to the midwife. Then we heard a heartbeat, and I asked quickly if it was yours or mine and the midwife said it could be mine, so we sat there holding our hands and breath and wondering if you were ok.
Once she was done checking on you she said, actually I've never heard a woman's heartbeat in her uterus before, so that must have been the baby's. Then she took my pulse and declared that, of course, it had been your heartbeat since my heart rate was 80 and yours had been 120. I asked her if we could do the ultrasound again, since everything had been so confusing the first time, but she said no, shook her head to make sure I knew she meant it, and then scooted the machine out into the hall, calling on a lady named Glenda to come and get it. I kind of wanted to kick her since she also thought you were smaller and younger than I thought you were and majorly freaked me out. We loved you either way, but I was definitely a little concerned over the weekend. Thankfully Daddy, Basia and Nicole were there to distract me while we were camping.
I have kicked a lady once before, and I really shouldn't tell you this, but since I am, you should know that she deserved it. She shoved her way in front of my dad at a concert and pushed me when I told her politely that this was one of my dad's favorite bands and that we had been standing here all night waiting to hear them. When she yelled mean words in my face, I kicked her right in the shin. When she tried to retaliate the rest of the crowd absorbed her, like waves do a kelp bulb, before the wind from her swing could even flutter my hair back.
Anyways, our next appointments were much better. We got a nice doctor and midwife we hope to keep until you're here.
I wonder if you know me. I wonder if you hear me. I don't wonder if you are like me, because I know you are. Hopefully you don't inherit my bad temper or my bad spelling. When I saw you moving around on the doctor's little TV called a sonogram, I felt I knew you exactly. As though I've known you forever and have always loved you.
p.s. Santa Cruz Camping part II
|it was so crowded at Pleasure Point, Sprout, you and I stayed on the cliff and watched daddy try to dodge clueless beginners|
p.p.s. wishing you all the merriest Christmas and happy holidays!