The Boss will soon have an underling. Barring unforeseen contract disputes or better offers from more prestigious employers, Number Two will begin work sometime around April 22. We're flexible. The Boss strolled in nine days after the agreed upon start date and nobody batted an eyelash. It's a laid back work environment.
[Note: If you are not familiar with the theme and naming conventions in this blog--or if you've forgotten, given my 3-month hiatus--here's a recap:
The Boss: Our two year old daughter and one of the youngest Johnny Cash impersonators in the USA
The Partner: My long suffering husband. It's very difficult being married to me, you know.
Me: A work-at-home mother and writer.
And, now....Number Two: Our second child, currently in fetal form, expected to make his or her grand entrance in less than 7 months.]
In preparation for Number Two's arrival, I've been hording sleep via daily afternoon naps scheduled during a block of time usually reserved for blogging. I'm mildly sorry for the absence, but since sleep has always been my number one priority, I'm not about to go all apologetic on you. I will say that I am now back for the duration. Almost twelve weeks into this pregnancy, I am beginning to feel a bit more energized and considerably less nauseated.
On Monday, I got to hear the heartbeat for the first time when the midwife placed the gel-covered Doppler on my lower abdomen. It took her a while to find it, but finally, after several assurances that it is normal to have to search a bit, the hyperdrive beat was audible. "Yup, you're definitely pregnant," the midwife said.
I grinned and looked down at The Boss, who was walking around with the plastic Pap Smear cupholder. She tilted an ear toward the amplified sound. Her brows were furrowed.
"That's the baby's heart beat," I explained.
She raised one of those furrowed brows and sort of shrugged. Then she focused in on the bendy black light used to illuminate vaginal canals. She tried to unscrew the bulb.
I sighed happily.