Today I went for another (thankfully) uneventful OB appointment. Going every two weeks is a bit of a pain, but at least each visit is short and sweet. There's something so surreal about hearing that freight-train of a heartbeat...it reminds me that in a few short weeks, I'll be the mother of four. FOUR. Four little people depending on me day in and day out for their basic survival. When you put it that way, it kinda makes you feel like you're on an episode of Wild Kingdom. Which, for anyone who's ever visited our house knows, is probably a fairly accurate description.
I'll never forget the day we were driving in the car and Kalena said, "mom, I know how they can tell if it's a boy or a girl." This should be good. She proceeds to tell me that they just need to look at the baby's hair. If it has a curl, then it's clearly a girl. Good thing the ultrasound tech saw a curl...I don't think Kalena would've survived a third brother.
This pregnancy has been so unlike my previous three....it's almost been too easy. I'm expecting the labor and delivery to go awry...or even worse, instead of finally getting an "easy" baby, I'll get a colicky, screaming banshee. But for now, I just dream about holding my sweet baby girl..how exciting to get to say those words after two precious boys. I am reminded with every kick how blessed I am to have such healthy, beautiful, vibrant children. Dare I ask that our fourth and final child be as perfect as the first three? I'm holding my breath and hoping that my luck holds out.