Right now my Lulu is napping, which is nothing short of miraculous. She went down when I wanted her to--an hour and a half before her usual naptime--no giant fits, no freak-out, no screaming! She just went to sleep. Amazing.
Like this she'll be rested when we head into the ultrasound, instead of falling to sleep for the 30-minute ride. Rested will be way better for this particular excursion, which, while it is exciting to me, may not be for my two-year-old.
I've packed juice boxes, money for cookies at Au Bon Pain and crayons and coloring. The Plan is to let the children see the baby, learn whether they're having a brother or sister, and then send them down with Foo-Foo--that's right! Through the maze of the hospital with their ever-loving, patient big brother--while we get all the fun details about abdominal size, cervical length and amnion volumes.
I've been anxious all morning myself, and not in happy ways. Coming up to this point I felt nothing but excitement, but for some reason all I can think about today is whether the baby is okay, and whether God has decided to show us what we can handle. Sometimes he has a pretty high opinion of our capacity, and I'm hoping he doesn't have something out of the ordinary in mind. I guess I'll know in not too long!
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