I had an appointment with my midwife today, who just so happens to be one of my favorite people. Stepfoot (the name our daughter has affectionately given baby) was sleeping so her hearttones were reflective of her lazy morning. It was still nice to hear her beating heart though :)
My midwife, probably one of the world's best grandma's, was enthralling to my 4 year old who was so excited to get to help measure the baby in mommy's tummy. Am so gently pulled out the table, helped lay me back, and watched intently while I was measured.
and then my midwife said "You're measuring right on at 32 weeks!"
and I thought..."what?! I thought I was only 31 weeks??" oy ve. This date just got closer, and my house is not any closer to being ready.
but you know what? I don't really care!
HOLY COW I could meet this baby is 8 weeks!!! I remember a time when I just had to survive the next 8 weeks! and now...
Now... I might get to meet this baby in 8 weeks!!!
oh my gosh. I'm. so. excited.
I am so excited for you too! It is hard to believe how fast 32 weeks can go when you are worrying about each day!
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