Right at this moment, my hubbcakes is sleeping gently next to me.
His hand is on my belly and his fingers, I imagine, span across Giggle.
It’s as if in sleep he’s trying to reach out to our kid already and let Giggle know that we’re here for forever to keep them safe and loved.
So due to some transitional health insurance delays between Blueshield CA & Blueshield WA, Jason and I flew in to SF for a quick overnight trip and check in with the OBGYN.
The folks at UCSF are awesome and our midwife that we met with today was nothing but competent and calming.
First things first, apparently I’ve miscounted the weeks and Giggle is currently 17 1/2 weeks now.
Which means, according to WTEWYAE (What to expect when you’re expecting) that he’s probably about the size of a peach. Week over week it seems like this book and every website measures our kid by graduating degrees of fruit size. Blueberry, Cherry,Plum,Tangerine, Peach.
A little bit of me fears the impending days of the kid’s graduation into fruit descriptors like Pomelo, Pineapple, and Watermellon.
Second thing and the most amazing was that with the Doppler we were able to hear Giggle kick and his heartbeat.
Like a steadfast puppy barking strong and clear.
I looked at Jason and we were both grinning like fools.
The heartbeat was strong and steady. Clear. Undeniable. Magical. Wonder.
One of the most amazing feelings in the world of … I don’t know… “Motherliness” has been overwhelming me all day since hearing that steady beat.
Yay.
We still don’t know if Giggle’s a boy or girl yet. We’ll find out next visit (and flyby trip to SF again in about 2 weeks) when we have a full ultrasound. But in the meantime, that heart beat is more than enough to make us both feel so giddy and excited I can barely contain myself.
Yay.
If you wanna contribute to my baby’s diaper fund, feel free.