March 1
2nd Ultrasound – not much fun and all the same agony of the time previous. You quickly showed the technician that you did not enjoy this one anymore than the first one. Dr. D. called when we got home (never a good thing, when the doctor calls, I have learned over the years) to say I had a low placenta (umbilical cord attached low on womb) which can cause a multitude of problems including miscarriage and the break through bleeding I had experienced in January. Otherwise, Praise the Lord, you are a healthy 20 week old fetus. Your father became the expert and said it was probably the synthroid and inderal pills I take (nyatt). Give me a break – I would really be flat out without them. If the medical team around me says to keep taking them, who am I to stop?
I just want to go bed but there is supper to make, then cleanup takes place, all the while listening to The Pretty Little Dutch Girl talk about Simon (who the heck is that, again?) so I was silent about you. However, I have promised Grandma and a couple of your aunts I would call them once I got the ultrasound results, so I do that, before we tumble in to bed exhausted.
March 6
Your Aunt Who Taught Me Most the Things I Know and Uncle Eye for Low Fences went south for a week. Dad and I got to try on parenthood up close and personal. Your Grandparents babysat Matthew during the day. We picked him up after work to give them a break during the nights. You went along with it all, until I would rock Matthew – then the first confrontation of many to come over the years happened. I swear you poked him hard with your bony little finger trying to shove him off my lap. When your Auntie came back and Matthew went home, I missed his warm little body, cuddling against me. The question is, did you?
March 12
It is a cold, grey Friday. Your Dad gets a call from The Pretty Little Dutch Girl’s school. Apparently she is a no show today, unbeknownst to us. He calls me. Now kids may think they are smarter than us, but we have lived a long life so what we lack in brains, we make up for in sneakiness. I reasoned that she is probably still at home, and tell your Dad to leave it just a bit longer, then pay her a surprise visit. What are the odds her friend Ralphi made it to school today, we question.