The strange land of "normal" at 32 weeks
We had the first of our twice-a-week monitoring sessions at the hospital today. While I was frankly terrified, she was a natural--kicking and rolling around, her heartbeat racing with the movement and then falling back to baseline, just as we were told it should. She has also managed to house herself in just the right amount of amniotic fluid--12.8--and even turned her head-down face in a classic three-quarters profile for our viewing pleasure. I lived up to one of my early-childhood nicknames, "The Laugh-Cryer".
I am amazed, and grateful, and full of wonder.