This last month has been a full one. I went home to Utah for a weekend. We got to celebrate Matt's first Father's Day. We got the results of our anatomy scan, all is looking good there. Matt and I started serving in the nursery in our ward and we are starting to get things done in the baby's room.
I'll start off with the anatomy scan. I had the ultrasound in the beginning of May, but it was two days after my doctor's appointment so I had to wait until my June appointment to hear all the juicy details.
The doctor said that everything is looking good. She is sizing up just right and all seems perfectly well.
After the ultrasound Matt and I were looking through all the pictures and Matt said, "Um... does she have 6 toes?" I laughed and rolled my eyes, and then looked at the picture
At the end of the doctor's appointment I showed him the picture and said, "Does it look like she has six toes? He smiled and said, "Yes, yes it does." He said the ultrasound tech didn't say anything with her report, so it is likely just a bad angle with the camera, BUT he said IF she does have six toes, it's really not that uncommon and they will just remove it at birth. It won't even leave a scar. Poor little 6 toe'd baby.
Father's Day this year was a fun one. I had bought Matt a gift WELL in advance and it was just sitting in our house. It wasn't anything huge, but I was just excited to get him something for Father's Day. As soon as I woke up on Sunday morning I got it all ready and brought him his gift.
I was a little nervous when I ordered it, that he would never use it, and then within a week of ordering it he used my pretty, frilly apron like 3 times, so I felt good about my choice.
A friend of mine did the word jumble for her anniversary and gave me the idea. I just made a word jumble with all the words that I feel describe a daddy. He says he loves it.
I also made him a card that said, "Your mission if you choose to accept it..." and on the inside it said, "Be our little girl's daddy" and then had a list of things that little girls need from their daddy. Things like; Warm her feet on your belly, fight the monsters in her closet, be the reason she misses home, show her how a husband should treat a wife, celebrate her victories, hold her when she cries... and as a joke I put "Wear her Dora backpack" when we were on our cruise he saw a Dad with a little girl and the dad was wearing a Dora backpack, Matt said, "I won't do that." I said, "Oh sure you will"
He agreed to all terms.
I am so excited to see Matt be a daddy. As mentioned above we have been called to work in the nursery in our ward. I will admit I was MAD when I got the calling, my whole adult life it was the calling I dreaded. However, I was not expecting it to be nearly as structured as it is. It's actually a pretty fun calling. There are a bunch of kids in nursery, like 9 at the least, and Matt is so good in there.
There is one kid named Brock, he is probably two, if that. Our first Sunday he was sitting by the door and when he realized his parents weren't there he started the heavy breathing and tears were coming. Matt quickly went over to him and brought some giant legos and played with him the whole time. Ever since that day as soon as Matt and I get there he comes straight over to Matt and either sits on his lap or plays legos with him. And if another kid is in Matt's lap, he gets very confused.
Matt is so patient, where I am not. I have kids come to me and say, "Come with me..." and want me to walk the room with them, they have no direction in mind, they just want me to go with them. I just want to say, "just get what you want and bring it to me, because, as you can see... I'm sitting" But I go with them, of course.
Baby girl is a mover and a shaker. Right now she is a little over 2 pounds and about 15 inches long. WHAT??? She's huge. Every night when I lay down I look at my belly and watch her move around. I'll see a little kick and in my mind she is only as big as that little spot in my belly that moved, but about a week ago I was watching and both sides of my belly got a kick at the same time and that WEIRDED ME OUT! It was then that I realized how big she is. I can't believe I get to meet her in 3 months.
I imagine how that day will be all the time. I wonder if I'll go into labor on my own, or if I'll be late and have to be induced. I wonder where I will be when it happens, will I be at work, will I be asleep, will she do me a solid and come on a weekend, will she be early, will she be late? I wonder what it will be like to take her home at Christmas and meet all her Sanders cousins for the first time. I think about the swimsuits she'll wear next summer. I wonder if she'll be a daddy's girl. I think about her all the time.
So 6 months down, and things are moving along swimmingly. I am getting progressively more uncomfortable. I'm not even that big, but turning over in bed, getting off the couch, bending over to pick something up, it's all a struggle.
Can't wait to meet our little one.
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