Lullaby

Does anyone out there talk to their fetus regularly? Once in a while, I'll tell him "Whoa, little guy, that was a good kick." Other than that, neither Tim or I really talk to our baby all that much. What I do instead is sing to him.

For those of you who don't know this, I sing constantly. If a word reminds me of a song, I'll sing the phrase it belongs in, if I'm in the car or shower, I'm singing. Those exposed to this in extended periods naturally get sick of hearing it. Luckily, Tim isn't one of those people. Whew, right? He loves to hear me sing. I want our baby to love it, too, but I don't think there's any way to do that. No harm in letting him hear my voice once in a while, though, right?

Yesterday, I was resting and touching my belly, something I can't help but do often--its really starting to poke out now. In that quiet moment, I decided to sing my baby a lullaby, "Baby Mine," from Dumbo. For the first time, I wasn't scared out of my mind to have this baby. I was excited. As I sang the song over and over, I could feel our little guy pushing back on where my hand was resting, like he was trying to grab at my fingers. Suddenly I was crying, anxious to hold him, to see his tiny fingers, to touch his soft head. I was overwhelmed with a feeling of love for our little baby, grateful to Heavenly Father that we finally will have a sweet baby to watch over.

I'm still scared, but at least I don't feel like a horrible mother-to-be anymore. Besides, I think I'm right to be scared. Our lives are about to change in a most dramatic and wonderful way!