The factory is silent. Its assembly line stands motionless. Somewhere off in the darkness, a buzzer sounds. One by one, lights begin to flicker and illuminate on long-unmanned diagnostic panels, giving a sense of enormity and complexity and scale to the machinery. The low hum of power supplies warming up comes next, followed by the higher and louder whine of turbines and electric motors. A whistle sounds, and one by one, employees begin to file in and take their places at the controls. Purposed for a single task, whose time has now come, the factory slowly comes to life...

Monday, February 2, 2009

Today's the Big Day!

It's the "big ultrasound" day! I'm getting no work done. I mean, I'm trying, but this appointment isn't until 2:30 and it's impossible for me to focus!

Something else I forgot to mention in previous blogs:

I've started to be able to feel the baby move!

I thought I could, a little, during week 17, but it was a strange, fleeting sort of feeling, like tiny gas bubbles. But when I didn't prove that I was that full of gas, I figured it had to be something else.

The feelings started getting stronger, and more frequent last week. It sometimes feels like a tiny muscle twitching, like if your hand gets crampy from writing and your thumb kind of twitches. Like tiny fingers drumming somewhere inside my abdomen.

Then somewhere around the end of the week, Craig and I were listening to the baby's heartbeat on the Doppler. I had my hand with the wand around my navel and the heartbeat was getting louder and softer, so I assume the cub was moving around. Then it got loudish and...BUMP. One that I actually felt! It was as if to say, "Hey, cut that out!" Seems like someone's already got an attitude...

Wish us luck today! We'll be back with the updates later!

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