We’re closing in on it, unborn baby. We had an appointment this morning, during which we heard your little heartbeat (it’s really not little, but it is rapid). The doctor also checked your mom’s cervix, which — gosh darn — looks to me just like all kinds of fun! I routinely think on the myriad reasons I’m glad I’m not a woman, and Ob/Gyn exams are way up there at the top of that list. Our next appointment is at 36 weeks, and after that, we’ll start going every week until you arrive.
Between your two parents, your mom is more of a worrier. You might as well know now, though maybe there’s some chemical coursing through her blood that’s already tipped you off. But I will say that all this talk today of pitocin and stripping membranes does have me feeling a bit anxious. I wish you could just be here now, without the delivery. I wish I could hold you and know you’re all right.
But it’s probably best you wait a while. We don’t even have a name picked out for you! Things would be a little simpler if we knew whether you’re a boy or a girl; as it is, we need a top 5 or so for each sex. Not easy! I just hope we don’t end up doing something stupid. The more I think about it, unborn baby, the more I think we should just choose a simple, easy name. I mean, you’ll be who you’ll be, after all, right? It’s only a name. Don’t you fret, though, we’ll have something picked out for you by the time you show up!