I don’t know whether I was more saddened or amazed. After reassuring him that he too was my baby and that we’d never leave him alone new baby or not, I started to think about what he’d told me. My 22-month-old son not only dreamed that nightmare, but he then vocalized it in nearly complete sentences, several hours later (without my prompting). Still, the thought that he could even imagine I’d leave him at this young age truly upset me. Rob calmed me down a bit though when he reminded me of the previous day’s events. We had been driving past the hospital where we plan to have this baby. Jacob was born there too. I asked if he remembered the hospital and if he wanted to go with Mommy and Daddy to have this baby and visit it when it’s born. He told me “no” and that he rather “wait car” for us to come out. In the end, I think we convinced him that we wanted him to come with us when the baby is born and that the hospital is a nice place. I’m also fairly certain that the conversation probably re-played in his mind late that night with the story altered just a bit.
After all that, we went to visit the doctor again. I’m not sure whether Jacob really wanted to check on the baby this time, but he very nicely told it “Hi” when he heard the heartbeat. That’s all that happened. I think we saw the doctor for less than two minutes. We heard the heartbeat and he said “have a good month, we’ll see you in four weeks.” I was amazed, no measurements, no discussions, nothing. Actually he did ask if there were questions, but that was it. Usually the appointments are quick, but never that quick. As long as all is well with the baby I don’t mind in the least, but I was quite shocked. He said the heartbeat sounded good.
We’re scheduled to go back early next month. That’s when the fun begins. Glucose test next. Then appointments closer together. Somehow there is a nice sense of accomplishment in that. The day seems nearer and nearer. I realized all of a sudden that we’re down to only 16 to 18 weeks left. Sounds much closer when you think about it that way. I finally consented to let Rob put the crib in the baby’s room next weekend. We’ve begun discussing, and nearly agreeing, on names. We’re all set with a boy’s name, but we’re still pondering what we’d name a little girl. Maybe that should be the goal of the week? Perhaps I can reveal names next week? We’ll see, I’m still quite undecided. Luckily, I’ve got some time.