Second Trimester Baby!
I've never been one to appreciate the finer points of scientific endeavours. I've always been quite content on using big words to sound smart. However, I find science extremely intriguing when I learn something insightful and new or, am baffled beyond belief at how beautifully complex science truly is. In this case it's all of the above, decent!
It was a dreary afternoon for the most part. A false sense of Spring in the air that was nothing more than mild weather, slushy roads and walkways, and just enough rainfall to be considered annoying. The bus ride was rather rocky, and with the road conditions felt more like an old Pinecraft darting down the Assiniboine on a windy day in September. I got off at the wrong stop, but caught up with Momma at the next transfer, which undoubtedly, was equally as nautical as the first. Shortly afterwards we arrived.
You need to take your shoes off in the waiting room, which reminds me of Kindergarten. Hard pressed carpet, random toys strewn about, and the familiar scent of cleaning agents, and juice. I like this place, feels good, I want to play with the toys. By all means I should play with the toys, the wait is always lengthy. Half hour, forty-five tops, but nothing to do but stare at the toys, until you're shuttled off down the hall. The Doctors visit is pretty much the same as usual, questions answers, everything seems normal, lets check how the baby is doing. The usual paperwork, business as expected, staring at the floor listening, taking mental notes, listening to what the... wait... that wasn't...
I've never been one to appreciate the finer points of scientific endeavours. I've always been quite content on using big words to sound smart. However, I find science extremely intriguing when I learn something insightful and new or, am baffled beyond belief at how beautifully complex science truly is. In this case it's all of the above, decent!
It was a dreary afternoon for the most part. A false sense of Spring in the air that was nothing more than mild weather, slushy roads and walkways, and just enough rainfall to be considered annoying. The bus ride was rather rocky, and with the road conditions felt more like an old Pinecraft darting down the Assiniboine on a windy day in September. I got off at the wrong stop, but caught up with Momma at the next transfer, which undoubtedly, was equally as nautical as the first. Shortly afterwards we arrived.
You need to take your shoes off in the waiting room, which reminds me of Kindergarten. Hard pressed carpet, random toys strewn about, and the familiar scent of cleaning agents, and juice. I like this place, feels good, I want to play with the toys. By all means I should play with the toys, the wait is always lengthy. Half hour, forty-five tops, but nothing to do but stare at the toys, until you're shuttled off down the hall. The Doctors visit is pretty much the same as usual, questions answers, everything seems normal, lets check how the baby is doing. The usual paperwork, business as expected, staring at the floor listening, taking mental notes, listening to what the... wait... that wasn't...
There it was...
A small, steady, thumping...
Then it was lost amongst the clicks and pops as the Doppler machine was turned on and the familiar sounds of medical conversation returned. Soon after it was back outside in the dank miserable weather, waiting in a half flooded bus shack for the next 14 to arrive. When it finally did, out of the corner of my eye, I swear I caught a glimpse of blue amongst a sea of grey.With a smirk I thought, "Yeah, yeah... I'm paying attention..." Then boarded my schooner and sailed off into the distance.
