By the way, I'm prego.
Due July 18, give or take a couple days, and if it seems that I'm revealing this information as an afterthought, well, you can think again.
We went in for our sonogram this morning and found out that the baby has 4 chambers in his/her heart that are developing right on schedule, has a normally-developing brain in his/her head, and his/her spine is completely closed, as it should be. All systems are go...
And for that, I am grateful to God. For multiple reasons. I feel like the huge burden of anxiety and worry has been lifted from my ever-widening body. So this is much more than an afterthought (as we all know this whole child-bearing/child-rearing process never is)...I feel grateful. Humble. Blessed.
We decided (or I did, I can't remember if I consulted Pat on this decision or not...) that we wouldn't find out what the sex of the baby was until it pops out (understatement of the century for those who care). I feel like God has been tapping me on the shoulder a lot this past year, and this time, He is whispering, "You know, Rhonda, you don't need to know everything that I've got in store for you." Which someday I'll discuss with Him, along with other things, when I can have this chat face to face.
So today at the sonogram, instead of being totally consumed with is it a boy? is it a girl? would you please stop looking so closely at the heart and just let me know if we're doing blue or pink around here? and was very anxious about the heart, the brain, the spine. You know, the things that really matter.
What on earth was I thinking? I mean, it's not like I didn't care about Parker and Peyton's pre-natal growth and development. I must have, right? Or was I as shallow as I think I was, because I don't remember worrying at all about that.
Maybe ignorance is bliss...
Anyway, here comes another Dunn...another mouth to feed, another body to clothe...another smile and another pair of feet running through the house. Another round of sleepless nights and potty training...another baby to rock and cuddle (I don't sing) and maybe another opportunity to get potty training "right" this time. Another car seat. Another voice. Another plate at the dinner table. Another. Another one. Another Dunn.
"Thank you, Lord...how can I ask for more?"
