Last night, I mentioned to my husband that we were getting close to being halfway through this pregnancy. His response: "Already?!?!". It just goes to show that things are so different for the guys. For me, each day/week/month/milestone seems like it takes an eternity--but I'm not necessarily saying that in a bad way. I want to cherish every single moment of ths pregnancy. I feel like I've worked hard to get to this point, and I want to enjoy it to the max.
But yes, we're almost halfway there. I'm 19 weeks today (unless the big anatomy scan ultrasound reveals otherwise on Wednesday). Although my OB was seeing me every two weeks, she wasn't measuring each time. I guess you could call them "peace of mind" appointments, just to make sure that everything looks normal each time (and for me to confirm that yes, the heart is still beating beautifully). Again, I'm not complaining--I am totally aware that she's going out of her way for me with these in-between appointments, but I admit that I am curious to see where our baby is measuring (and yes, I'm anxious to confirm that the heart is still beating beautifully--hopefully with four visible chambers).
Please pray for us on Wednesday (2:30 pm, Arizona time). I don't feel like I have anything legitimate to worry about...and yet I still do. I've been putting off buying anything for the baby (or me), and I admit that I even hold myself back from looking online. But I'm very hopeful for Wednesday, and I've blocked off Friday as a major shopping (or at least "looking") day, and plan to take a much-deserved day off of work (we've made it past the busy time--hurray!). My husband ended up working some extra hours in April (it was a busy time for him as well), so he has given me the green light to buy whatever I think is necessary (which isn't a hard thing for him to say when he knows how cheap I usually am).
Today's blessing was a very kind card from one of my students. I was really touched that she would take the time to acknowledge the impact I had on her first year of college. I'm blessed to have the chance to "practice" the art of teaching, patience, and support for all of these "kids", and I hope that I can do the same (in a motherly way, of course) to my own child(ren).