As of Monday, Wee Watkins is officially 16 weeks (4 months) in the making. Also as of Monday, my first trimester eating frenzy, combined with the “bean’s” growth, has resulted in a real-life baby belly. Unfortunately, not all of it is baby…
I swear that I have felt the flutter of little limbs, which is very cute now, but soon enough I will be wishing that Wee Watkins takes it easy on his/her poor mama.
Which reminds me. In less than three weeks, we will most likely find out whether Wee is a he or a she! I can hardly wait, and I know Jeff and the aspiring grandparents are equally excited.
Monday morning found me squatting on a stool in Anna’s midwife’s office waiting to listen to the heart beat of The Bean. Lisa, the midwife, entered, squirted some cold goo on Anna’s belly, and whipped out the doppler radar device (I’ve not bothered to figure out how this thing works).
Shortly after placing a part of the doppler thingy on Anna’s belly, the swusht, swusht, swusht sound of a little helicopter filled the room. I’m not kidding. He sounds like a whirly bird.
Immediately, I began to have premonitions of walking through the park holding a tether while our son hovers overhead — but not directly overhead until after he’s toilet trained. And of course, the cost of aviation gas will be a limiting factor in how much spare cash we’ll have for the next few decades…
Coming in early December to the Northern-most branch of the Watkins clan: a Wee Watkins. I’ll let Anna give you all the details.
