Like Waiting For Christmas Morning

First, I want to thank all of the readers who left comments on my last post.  I'm glad that there are others out there who agree that the rhetoric regarding birthing choices needs to be toned-down a bit.  I was a little worried I was just off on a hormonal rant (but I didn't think so).  Thanks for the reassurances.

On a completely different subject, I am feeling very impatient today.  In two days, we have our next ultrasound (we'll be at 28 weeks).  Unlike all of my other ultrasounds, I am not at all worried that something is wrong this time (hopefully I'm not tempting fate by saying that).  I feel the baby all day, every day, so I know he's still okay, and I believe that they would have found any anatomical issues before now.  I know there are still some issues that could have crept up (placenta previa, placental abruption, placental degradation, etc.), but I just have a calm faith that everything is okay right now.  I anticipate that the baby will be big.  But even on that front, I am not anticipating that our baby is freakishly large...just husky.

I know I shouldn't be impatient about the ultrasound, considering that I think everything is fine.  But I can't help it.  I feel like a little child waiting for Christmas morning...it's a good "impatient," not a nervous anticipation.  I feel the baby moving all day, every day...and sometimes all night.  I call him "Fists of Fury" sometimes because the speed (and power) of his movements amazes me.  In reality, I have no idea what he's doing...kicking? punching? headbutting?  I can't tell the difference.  Maybe he should be called "Feet of Fury" or "Forehead of Fury," although those really don't have the same ring to them.  At any rate, I feel really blessed to have achieved this pregnancy and to finally be at a place where I can relax and have faith that things are okay...even if I still am not great at just "being in the moment."