Some Things Never Get Old

Yesterday found Lucy and me at the doctor's office. After a few minutes of watching college basketball we were escorted back to a darkened room where I lowered my pants and lifted my shirt. After a few strategically placed towels were, um, strategically placed and some warm goo was squirted on my belly, the screaming began. Lucy was tired and bored and kind of confused by the dark room and TV that didn't have anything interesting (to her) on it. For a few minutes I was pre-occupied with singing 'The Wheels on the Bus' and 'The Itsy-Bitsy Spider' over and over. 

All of a sudden I was pulled out of my pre-school serenade. I heard the familiar 'whoosh whoosh whoosh' of a little heartbeat, and I looked up at the screen. At twelve weeks I wasn't expecting to see much, but there, seemingly waving at me, was my baby. 

Look at its little baby nose! I could see arms moving to and fro and little legs kicking. I told Lulu to look at her baby, and even though I'm sure she was just repeating me, she looked up at the screen and exclaimed 'Baby!' 

After that I couldn't take my eyes off of the screen, screaming toddler be damned. I fished an old lollipop from my purse and that seems to keep her quiet. I watched as the little ten centimeter being flipped and swirled inside my belly, and I was amazed by it all. Just like when I saw Sam for the first time, and I was so sure I wouldn't cry, the tears burned in the corners of my eyes. 

It was a good day.