We had the opportunity to go to another Pioneer Day Mormon Tabernacle Choir concert this year, and we decide we should take advantage of the timing. This could be our last concert for a while. We strolled along those familiar paths and reminisced holding hands and profusely sweating from the unbearable July heat. It's strange to think that when the baby arrives we'll no longer be able to spontaneously go to a concert or mission reunion in Salt Lake City. That's okay with me. Paul and I aren't spontaneous very often, but I never realized what a luxury that can be in those rare moments.
My baby is quite the little wiggle worm lately. The movements are getting stronger and more frequent. The baby especially hates when I lay on my stomach and protests as much as it's tiny space allows. This morning I was laying on my tummy with my butt slightly propped up in the air so as to not bother the little one. Paul saw me and said, "Hey, don't squish my baby." I laughed! It's his baby now. I'm glad it's starting to sink in for him that he's going to be a daddy. I tried to let Paul feel some kicks a couple days ago, but without being able to experience the inside activity, feeling the outside manifestations is still a challenge. Soon, hopefully, he'll get the opportunity.
Yesterday a little surprise arrived!
My new rocking chair that women in my family pitched in to buy for me and my little cantaloupe!
We put it together last night and I sat and rocked and relaxed and imagined and smiled and hesitantly shared and got jealous because his turn was a little too long. . . And I asked him to take pictures of my first moments in that beautiful chair with my substitute baby. He took a video instead.
Tomorrow is the big ULTRASOUND! Pray the baby cooperates so we can find out the gender.