Something about being with MQD at the midwives’ office makes us both giggle like teenagers. We sit down and try to have have this sort of “Look at us, we’re grown ups” kind of conversation while we wait but it never lasts. Within minutes we are examining the pictures on the walls and giggling. In the exam room the other day there was a quilt on the wall. It showed a woman’s reproductive system at various times through a pregnancy.
I pointed out to him my favorite square on the quilt. “I’ve always thought that square looks kind of like a monster… oooohhh….. don’t be frightened by my falllllooooopiaaaannnn tuuuubes….”
If you are lucky in love there are moments when everything else fades away just like the movies and you have tunnel vision on your beloved… All you see is this person whom you adore and there is nowhere you’d rather be.
That’s what happened moments after MQD said. “No. Not a monster. It looks like a rapper…. counting down the centimeters you are dilated. ONE centimeter… TWO centimeters… ” and he slid his hand back and forth, making the “wikkee-wikkee” international sign for record scratching.
Sigh… that, friends, is how you know someone is “the one.”
Excitement on the side 