Yesterday I had a doctors appointment and learned that they want a second ultra-sound. I try so hard to get good explanations from doctors but I must just go straight into a fog every time a doctor talks because I can never relay the information well. And it usually goes something like this,
"the doctor said we should do...or the doctor ordered a second ultra-sound because the baby must have been laying like this way *motions across belly* and like that isn't a problem but she still wants another ultra-sound. Oh, and there were two reasons I think or it was like one reason because the two reasons may have affected each other *question face because I don't even understand myself*. Anyways they measured something and it was longer than usual but everything else is just perfect so they just want to have a second ultra-sound just to see because I think she said that the measurement usually helps determine the due date, but we are pretty confident about the due date so its just like why not."
AHH. I should seriously write medical textbooks.
I don't absorb information very well and in doing so will continue to drive my husband crazy for years and years to come.
Anyways, this information has left me in sort of a mood. Of course any information from a doctor that isn't everything is perfect or looking good, leaves room for concern. I guess I'm just sorting through it in my head. This blog My Child, I love You was floating around facebook at the right time for me because somehow the worlds through a women I've never met felt familiar and comforting. She really put into words how I've been feeling. If you have time, it is really worth the read.
This past Sunday was so refreshing. Even though it was windy, the air felt amazing. Opening the door to slip out for mass without being hit by a blast of arctic air and spending the afternoon in the sun was enough to give me hope that summer is soon.
And you don't have time to worry when your kids are smiling in the grass.
God is good.