Terri stopped just inside the front door and dropped the shopping bags. She took a couple of deep breaths, her hands pressed to her belly. “Come on, baby, work with me here.” Five seconds later she bolted for the bathroom where she lost the lovely lunch she’d eaten two hours ago.
She cleaned her face and looked down at her stomach. “Dr. Rayburn told me I needed to stay active. I don’t think racing to the bathroom was what he had in mind.” Terri returned to the entry way, collected the rewards of her afternoon retail therapy session, and headed up the stairs to the second floor.
Shopping counted as exercise, right? And surely climbing up these stairs twenty nine times a day had to be extra points in the good-mommy-to-be column as well.
She dumped her purchases out on the bed. Baby bottles, blankets, the cutest little shoes…So much for just going to the book store. Terri sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the thick book into her lap. She traced her finger down the index. “Eight weeks…eight weeks. Dr. Rayburn says we are eight weeks today.” She flipped a few pages and stopped, running her fingers over pictures of tiny babies with transparent skin and barely recognizable features. One picture showed a small perfect baby in the palm of a hand, no bigger than an over sized lima bean. “Oh, look at you so small and perfect.” She turned the page and read aloud. “At this stage your baby may begin to make sudden jerking movements.” Terri laid the book aside and placed both hands over her flat midsection. She jiggled her hands. “Wake up in there.” Not a single flutter. “I can’t wait till I can actually feel you swimming around.”
Terri grinned at her foolishness. Being eight weeks pregnant was the perfect example of faith. “…the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” Dr. Rayburn couldn’t find a heartbeat today, but promised that by her next visit, in four weeks, the sound would fill the exam room. Belly still flat, no movement, no heart beat, just morning-and afternoon-sickness and a collection of baby items stacking up in the corner of the room.
“Oh, oh, look what I found for you today.” Terri opened a flat box and pulled out a delicate knitted sweater and booties. She held them in front of her stomach and studied her reflection in the mirror. “What do you think? I know you might be a boy, but I couldn’t resist.” She sucked in a breath, closed her eyes, and stood perfectly still. The sweater fluttered to the floor as she raced back to the bathroom.
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