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Wednesday, October 21, 2009


I have had a rough week. I am going to see a specialist this Friday to have another ultrasound. The radiologist was unable to get a good enough view of the baby's bowels to say that everything is OK. The doctors have reassured me that there is probably nothing wrong, since there are no other problems noted on my last ultrasound. But I am still nervous, and every once in a while the idea of "why would they send me to a specialist if they think there is nothing wrong?; why wouldn't they just do another ultrasound?" enters my brain.

With my hubby away at school, I really don't know where I'd be without my girl "auntie Iro". She has done her best this past week to keep me distracted, and even offered to take a day off work to accompany me to this next appointment (which is a 1 hour drive away). She has offered the services of Mr.Big to help clean bird guts off my window after a large bird committed suicide on my living room window this past Sunday. She and Mr. Big have included me in their plans, even including me to make a "crowd" at a wedding this past weekend, so that I would not have to go alone. She has offered to go to prenatal classes with me, invited me to attend cardio kickboxing classes, and we don't seem to go too many days without "checking in". I have even given her the title of "honorary Doula" in my birth process, as I feel she will be in the delivery room with my husband and I (if possible). She has introduced me to her soon to be sister-in-law, and I can see us creating an interesting trio!

It is the kind of friendship that comes easily, and I love her for it. SHE calls ME, rather than me having to be the one always "reaching out". SHE invites ME, SHE makes ME feel good about myself, and laughter is always guaranteed when we get together. Of course, I would like to think that I play a part in the calling and inviting too, but it is so nice to have someone who actually WANTS to spend time with me, and takes initiative in the friendship.

I don't know if she realizes how much all this means to me. Its the little things that she does to show that she cares. She brought Baby G her first present when I was 6 weeks pregnant. She is more like the sister I never had, than a friend. The best part is, we didn't have to go through years of sibling rivalry to get to this point! I truly believe we'll still be going for lunch, or even a drink, when we're little old ladies. Thank you... for all that you are... and for all that you have done for me.


  1. Beautiful post Mama G, very well written. Your best yet. :)

  2. awwww...Mo!! *tears* Je t'aime et bébé aussi!
    You are so wonderful it almost hurts.

    You & Baby G will be FINE, I'm sure of it. And, in the event that there is anything wrong, I know that you can handle it. You're never handed more than you can handle, right?

    Anything you need, you know I'm a phone call away