Update on "Li'l Baby"

I went in for my check up yesterday. Warren couldn't go with me, because he is working so hard in Myrtle Beach, so my precious friend, Michelle (or "Shull" as Eason often calls her), went with me. It was a quick appointment. So far, I've only gained 2 pounds (praise the Lord). I think my blood pressure was good, but I don't really know what those numbers mean.

The best was that we heard our little one's heartbeat again. I love that swift wooshing sound. Michelle was awesome, because she had never heard a baby's heartbeat like that before. Her excitement was contagious, and I really appreciated her company. We also brought along Daddy B's minidisc recorder to record the heartbeat. When we were pregnant with Eason, one of the nurses at that practice suggested that we record the baby's heartbeat. That way whenever I wanted to, if I was having a down day, or just wondering what was going on with that little one, I could listen to the heartbeat and be encouraged. It was a wonderful tip, so we decided to do it again with this baby. Last month the heartbeat was around 160. This month the rate was 149-150. Healthy and going strong. The doctor said everything looked great!

I think I have even been able to feel the baby move on occasion already. Since, I kind of know what to expect, when I lay in bed really still at night sometimes I am pretty sure that I feel that wonderful, familiar flutter. I will echo Nancy, in that feeling the baby move and kick is one of the best parts of pregnancy. Babies, their growth & development, etc, is such an amazing testimony of the creative and detailed God we serve.

As for my precious Eason, his Zani gave him a book on being a Big Brother. We have read it and I found him timidly flipping the pages this morning. So far, I am sure he is pretty clueless (as are me & Warren) as to how this baby will shake up our worlds. But I will say that when he sees the ultrasound picture, he knows that it is a picture of the "little baby." Also, when I ask him where the baby is he often pats my tummy gently and says "li'l baby." Only a God as amazing as ours could possibly create another little one so presious as our little E. Thank you Jesus!