I recognize the fact that I haven't been blogging much, of late. The reason is 99% the fact that the school year started and 1% the fact that few read the blog in the first place—at least, those that read it don't comment much. I also suspect that the topic of the blog keeps most casual readers at bay, which adds up to 100% of the reason I haven't blogged in months being my own fault.
Still, I have to express something that I had not anticipated feeling in such great quantities today: relief. We just got back from the OBGYN office for the 20 week ultrasound, and I hadn't realized how afraid I was of what was going to happen in that dimly lit room. For the last 18 to 20 weeks, I have been outwardly casual but inwardly fretful that there would be something wrong with the fetus—particularly its heart. People would ask which I'd prefer, a boy or a girl. My response was honest: I only want a baby with all of its organs. I couldn't care less about the gender.
Well, the good news of today is that the baby is, so far as the technician could see, perfectly healthy, growing well, and in full possession of all of his organs. Yes, I said his—looks like the boys will outnumber the girls three to one in our little family. But the discovering of the gender, what many people assume is the purpose of the 20 week ultrasound (I know; that's what I thought it was for last time around), is so far from being the reason for it. The reason for it is to inform the doctor of any issues or problems with the child while still in utero, allowing for appropriate scheduling and actions, as necessary, to preserve life. Usually, there aren't any special measures, no unexpected exceptions for the baby.
I cannot even remotely express how wonderful it is to have a baby who doesn't need exceptions, schedules, or special measures.
The likelihood of Peter being buried on his due date is very high had Gayle and I not followed the recommended practice of the medical field and gone in to frequent visits at the OBGYN and pursued an ultrasound. Now, thanks to that same reliance on the God-given technologies that help to save precious lives, I am able to relax in a way that I haven't in the last five months. I'm so glad that I don't have to worry this time around.
Still, I have to express something that I had not anticipated feeling in such great quantities today: relief. We just got back from the OBGYN office for the 20 week ultrasound, and I hadn't realized how afraid I was of what was going to happen in that dimly lit room. For the last 18 to 20 weeks, I have been outwardly casual but inwardly fretful that there would be something wrong with the fetus—particularly its heart. People would ask which I'd prefer, a boy or a girl. My response was honest: I only want a baby with all of its organs. I couldn't care less about the gender.
Well, the good news of today is that the baby is, so far as the technician could see, perfectly healthy, growing well, and in full possession of all of his organs. Yes, I said his—looks like the boys will outnumber the girls three to one in our little family. But the discovering of the gender, what many people assume is the purpose of the 20 week ultrasound (I know; that's what I thought it was for last time around), is so far from being the reason for it. The reason for it is to inform the doctor of any issues or problems with the child while still in utero, allowing for appropriate scheduling and actions, as necessary, to preserve life. Usually, there aren't any special measures, no unexpected exceptions for the baby.
I cannot even remotely express how wonderful it is to have a baby who doesn't need exceptions, schedules, or special measures.
The likelihood of Peter being buried on his due date is very high had Gayle and I not followed the recommended practice of the medical field and gone in to frequent visits at the OBGYN and pursued an ultrasound. Now, thanks to that same reliance on the God-given technologies that help to save precious lives, I am able to relax in a way that I haven't in the last five months. I'm so glad that I don't have to worry this time around.
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Congrats on having a boy too! Lets just hope he can dish it out as much as he is going to have to take it from his crazy older brother.