The Ride Home
Despite the fact that she is almost 6 months pregnant, I could not really see it through her long winter jacket. Once I looked a bit closer it was more evident. She is so relieved that I am here with her. Even though she knows we are planning to be together, I'm sure it's a hardship for her to basically handle the entire pregnancy on her own.We took the Chou line from Tokyo station to Tachikawa where her car was parked. We put my luggage in the trunk and went to pick up our rings (picture forthcoming). They turned out pretty well. I only saw a small grainy picture of the rings before we ordered them, so I thought they came out well. We stopped for a bite to eat at Lumine and proceeded to the hospital to pick up some medicine from her doctor.
Her hospital looks like you'd expect any local memorial hospital to look circa 1957. Quite quaint and simple. While she was getting the meds, her doctor gave her a quick check up. Through the door I could hear the device they use to listen to the baby's heart. I could hear it swishing away from down the hall, ...the first time I'd heard it.
Meds in hand, I finally started to tire after being en route for something like 33 hours. We went home, had a snack, and reacquainted ourselves.
While we layed together on the bed, she told me the baby was moving, but that I would not be able to feel it. She giggled, saying it was cute that baby was scratching around inside. I suddenly realized I was looking at two people, not one. My anxiety eased even more. Being close to them physically, looking at them and hearing them and touching them has brought me a lot closer to the situation. It doesn't feel so unreal. It not longer feels like something that is happening beyond my reach. It suddenly does not feel like an obligation, but a blessing.
I can worry about temper tantrums and dirty diapers later. But for now, it feels like I am transforming along with the baby. Right now it feels like this is a piece of cake.
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