July 22, 2013

Little Clark: 28 weeks

I accidentally saved this as a draft rather than posting it..whoops...Wednesday is time for week 29!

Hello little guy!

It has been so much fun these last two weeks....much too fun to stop and take pictures of my changing belly.  So we combined two weeks together, less constraints the better.  (please tell me you'll be a free-spirit like your Mama)  You are getting SO strong!  When you kick I can see my belly move and can even tell by feeling the outside exactly how you are situated in there.  You seem to really like the right side of my belly a bit better...headbutting my bladder. :)  No worries fella, you make any 500 trips to the restroom more than worth it.  Our doctor said everything looks great.  Weight gain is right on track.  Nothing is too swollen.  Your heartbeat is nice and strong.  Everything is wonderful, save for one area...my blood-work.  I'm being retested for glucose tolerance (gestational diabetes), which I won't lie set me off crying and worrying about how it could possibly be when weight gain was within the chart, and what that was doing to you, and how because of me you're at risk for diabetes now too.  Needless to say I put a bit of a damper on our camping trip when I got two urgent sounding messages to call my OB back asap.  Luckily I didn't get the blood-work news in the office.  Your Dad was such a big support, telling me that I wasn't killing you, it doesn't mean I am a horrible mother already, ya know basically talking me off the cliff.  He is great like that.  I love you sweetie!  So excited for my two favorite guys to be able to sit on either side of me, just 12 weeks away (my bet is actually 13 weeks, but that is one I'll happily lose).  Love you fella.  Here's a celery stick in your honor!

Love,
Mama & Fadda

p.s.  I found this poem marked in a used poetry book I brought camping...thank you God for things like this.

The little cares that fretted me,
I lost them yesterday
Among the fields above the sea,
Among the winds at play;
Among the lowing herds,
The rustling of the trees,
Among the singing of the birds,
The humming of the bees.

The fears of what may come to pass,
I cast them all away,
Among the clover-scented grass,
Among the new mown hay;
Among the husking of the corn,
Where the drowsy poppies nod;
Where ill thoughts die and new are born,
Out in the fields with God.
-Louise Imogen Guiney (A Song for Sylvan)

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