I love it when my weekends go slowly... When I can't believe it's just barely noon... Or even barely 3pm... That means I'm relaxed, and I'm getting things done, and I'm being efficient.
This weekend was not one of those weekends.
Saturday was nothing too exciting... I bought the interfacing and bias tape for the gorgeous little sundress I'm making for my niece, and then actually made quite a bit of progress on it (without crying, I might add).
Matt finished work and then his homework, and I wanted to take him out for a special treat because he's been working so hard, and we haven't really gotten to celebrate his new job, which he starts next Monday. I took him up to Mr. Bill's, this cute little 50's diner in our neck of the woods, which he'd never been to before. Fun restaurant, fun menu, it was nice to just relax and talk about nothing in particular.
Sunday was relaxing as well, but calm is not the right word. I didn't really accomplish anything on my to-do list, but I didn't really try that hard either. We got up early and went to church - and then came home, where I quickly changed back into my pyjamas and laid on the couch, creating my Ultimate Stampin' Up! Wishlist in anticipation of the list of retiring stamp sets, which will be published very soon...
Around 12:30, the phone rang, and it was my lovely sister-in-law, calling to tell us that she was on her way to the hospital. She'd been having pains all day, and wasn't convinced that they were contractions, but they were too frequent to ignore. Matt and I arranged to meet her at the hospital and take David home with us.
A half an hour later, I walked into Exam Room 1 at the University of Washington Medical Center, to see my nephew watching cartoons, and my sister strapped up to all sorts of monitors. But the detail I'll never forget was the sound. The sound of Kassidy's heart rate filled the room, and I didn't even notice the cartoons, or the sound of my husband and nephew talking. Just that fast little baby heart beat. And I thought I would cry! I've never heard a baby's hearbeat before - not being in the same room with it. It was mesmerizing. It was then I realized just how much I loved this baby! Sure, she isn't mine. And sure, she isn't even born yet. But I am so very attached to her... I can't even imagine how Nikki feels. Nor can I imagine how I will feel when I hear the heartbeat of my own child for the very first time...
I didn't want to leave Nikki. We weren't sure if they would decide to induce or not, but I didn't want her to be without company, and I thought maybe time would go faster if we were together. So Matt took David home, and left me with Nikki, and all of her stuff, just in case. We waited for nearly two hours, while tests were being done, and stats were being monitored. It was finally decided that while the pains she felt corresponded to uterine activity, drugs that stop contractions weren't helping, so perhaps they were related to something else. We were sent home - thankful to be headed to a more comfortable place.
We hung out at our house for a while, the boys playing video games, Nikki & I scrapbooking, chattering, and watching television. It was a calm, relaxed evening, just the way we like it.
How excited I am for that baby to come... I had a dream about her last night, although, she was not named "Kassidy"... But she was adorable, and I got to take care of her... But I was a terrible aunt... I forgot to change her, and feed her... But she was a happy baby.
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