Love is a many splendored thing

Yesterday (May) , Doug and I went to Babies R Us to select items to put
on our baby registry. As we walked up and down the aisles we discussed
the attributes of each item and made our choices whilst scanning items
with a wand. At some point in the process it dawned on me that we had
done this before and I remembered the day we set up our wedding
registry. Has it been over six years since we were engaged? It's hard
to imagine how quickly the time has gone by and we are better friends
today than we were when we got engaged.

When we started looking at the baby carriages, I suddenly got real
serious about picking the right one. I felt privileged to have these
choices because I've been to many countries where women don't have
these luxuries and I felt lucky to have so many options. My choice
needed to be a good one since it would carry our precious child for at
least two years. So, I basically kicked the tires, checked under the
hood and took them for a spin. Some were too high, some didn't have
the right wheels and some just weren't the right color. But, I finally
made a choice and Doug agreed that it was the right one. When I came
back with the last carriage Doug had a funny smile on his face and I
didn't know it at the time, but he was thinking, "There she goes
wheeling a carriage with my baby in it." He said he felt a little
strange about it. I had to agree with him because a few minutes later
I told him that I couldn't believe that we were in this store picking
out things for our baby because I didn't really know if we would ever
get to this point.

It's funny how being pregnant makes you think about today's hot-button
issues. For example; abortion rights. I can't imagine how people
thought that a late-term abortion up to the seventh month was not
killing a child? I've been feeling fetal movement since 3.5 months and
now with advancements in medicine a six-month fetus can survive in
intensive care.

Everytime, I feel my baby boy move around and kick his feet and arms
and even stretch; I know that some day soon I'll get to hold him in my
arms. Pregnancy is like carrying a living breathing package around
with you for nine months until you are ready to enjoy your gift. And
every time that Doug feels a kick and I see a big smile sweep across
his face, I love him more than I thought I ever could.