My partner was gone for two weeks earlier this month on two
different business trips and I spent 50-60 hours at work last week. I imagine this will be much more difficult
to navigate when a little one jumps to the top of our priority list.
On an awesome note, the baby’s heartbeat is very audible. Not only can we hear it with the fetoscope
that our midwife left us, but I’ve been able to hear it by forming an airtight
seal with my ear on her belly. I can
just hear it: dum dum dum dum dum right next to my wife’s ba-dum, ba-dum,
ba-dum. It takes my breath away every
time. It’s remarkably fast. In my wife’s words: “It’s like a techno
dance beat. It’s so fast and strong!” This filled my head with images of the
little one with Daft Punk helmet in front of a DJ station rockin it. Yeah.
That’s not weird at all.
As she
leaves for work this morning, I give the bump a little squeeze earning me a
scolding because apparently I get it all riled up and then she has to deal with
it for the next few hours. I figure it
will all come back to me once the baby is born. Doesn’t make me any less of an ass today, though.
