... But it's not a duck. It's pregnant me! :o)
I suppose it's just a funny but natural part of the supernatural process of bringing a baby into this world. Right? Right.
Yesterday, we did another ultrasound, and were told that our precious treasure currently weighs approximately 1,8 kilos (that's about 4 lbs, I think), and is positioned with her head down. Are those little feet I'm feeling against my ribs now?.. Baby's heartbeat, as well as my placenta and fluid, appear normal. Great news.
I think I've hit the stage of restlessness, excitement and urge to arrange and prepare things, commonly known as nesting. I spent the entire morning re-arranging stuff on my living room shelves. I'm feeling an itch to do something all the time, and fortunately, I have no lack of work. Now, where's my dustcloth?
As my thoughts become more inward-focused, there are very few things I remember which aren't related to baby and preparations for her arrival. Hey, I still remember my name and where I live, that should be good enough for the next few weeks. I've given up on trying to grasp the overwhelming fact that in less than two months, we are supposed to have our baby in our arms. I know it intellectually, but I can't wrap my mind around it. Not really. It's too awe-inspiring.
My most tender wishes go towards the dear ones who are also about to have a baby. May you be enveloped in sweet love, peace and joy for the weeks leading to delivery and following it. May you soon hold dear, precious babies in your arms.