Just Us and the Little Guy
April 17th, 2010
The only, and I repeat ONLY, bad thing about expecting your second child is that you already have one. What I mean is, Kate and I just haven’t been able to immerse ourselves in the joy of this new baby because all of our energy goes into taking care of Jelly Bean. Have we been happy about the pregnancy? Yes. But overwhelmingly excited? Not quite. I love Jelly Bean with all of my heart, but I have been waiting for the time when excitement would run wild through my heart for having a second child.
Yesterday was just such a day. The ultrasound. One of God’s finer inventions. For the most part it is sometimes hard to tell what they are looking at. And, of course, we had to take a nice tour through all of Kate’s abdominal area. But through it all we would catch glimpses of my son in there just squirming around. I want to say he seemed happy, but I feel like he may have been a little scared during the entire thing on account of his home being attacked by space invaders. Nevertheless, I saw him. I saw his heartbeat. I saw his legs kick. I saw him take a drink (of his own urine and other excrement: sick). I saw him suck his thumb. I saw him wave. I saw his face.
That was, without a doubt, a very exciting time. Now I feel like I know him. I have seen my son. I know he’s in there. I was happy before, but now I am elated because I got to spend some time with my son, just the two of us (well, three since Kate was there). What a blessing.