Pot Of Gold

Today is Friday, and thank goodness for that. Another work week bites the dust. After today I will have 15 work days left to contend with (note that I don’t count weekends, holidays or the vacation days I’ll be taking). 15 days of having to get up at the ass crack of dawn and drag my tired, weary bones into the office for 9 hours of good times. It’s truly amazing that I haven’t accidently fallen asleep at my desk yet.

Maya gave me a bit of anxiety yesterday because she was being so agonizingly quiet. Usually I can feel a kick or two in the morning when I’m waking up, but yesterday – nothing. I thought if I ate some breakfast that would get her going but nope, still quiet. When I got to work, I did feel a couple of light kicks early on but then nothing for the rest of the work day. By 5pm I had worked myself into quite a lather with all those horrible thoughts swimming around in my head.

Thankfully, when I got home and got settled, she did finally start kicking. And last night I woke up at 2:30am and discovered she was kicking me then too. This morning when the alarm went off, she gave me a couple of reassuring kicks and even kicked me again about 20 minutes ago.

I know all the books say that the kicking and movement should get more and more frequent as the days pass. I don’t find this to be the case with my baby. Maya seems to have a couple of really good kicking days, then a couple of quiet days. So far, it has been like that, with no pattern, rhyme or reason. I’ve checked her heartbeat a few times on her quiet days and (thank G-d) it’s totally normal.

I wonder if she’s having growth spurts during those quiet days?

Here’s hoping I get more kicks today than I did yesterday. Every time I feel her move, it is truly pure magic to me. When I don’t feel her for awhile, I really do get sad about it. I pout and mope around, it’s such torture for me. Hopefully her quiet days will happen less and less and less as we get further along in this pregnancy.

What a relief it will be when this baby girl is born, healthy and strong, in August. I absolutely love being pregnant, honestly I really do, but what I really want is the baby girl at the end of this pregnancy. Pregnancy is so amazing and wonderful, but in a way it feels like a kind of limbo leading up to the Big Prize. The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. That’s what I’m really excited for. That’s what all this is about.

C’mon August 2008, hurry up and get here.