It was only a ten-minute appointment.
I went in. Sat and waited. Got weighed. Had my blood pressure checked. And all the other prenatal stuff you do in the 10 minutes allotted to you at the doctor’s office.
Then the nurse asked me questions. Questions that made me feel like I wasn’t just another patient. Questions that made me believe she was happy for me. She didn’t just look at me. She saw me. Saw my eyes shining with excitement as I looked up at her and described my first ultrasound experience from last week.
Then the doctor measured my stomach. Told me I was right on schedule. Said that my baby is posterior, resting at the back of my stomach. But all I heard him say was my baby. My baby.
As I walked out of the office, I remembered the 3 little onesies my Mom and Dad had given me weeks ago as a gift. Little elephants and lions and flowers adorning their soft, cotton exterior.
I remembered all this. I felt all this. I glowed with excitement at the future and what it holds for Andrew and I.
And it was only a ten-minute appointment.