I had a check up today in Delhi. Honestly I wasn’t looking
fwd to it because the last time I got a check up was in May the last time I was
there. I had promised my doctor that I would get some bloodwork and routine
tests done in our home town. And I didn’t.
I meant to. But once we got home in the beginning of HUMID
monsoon season I stayed pretty much to my neighborhood. What VERY pregnant
woman wants to go on a 30 minute journey of the bumpiest transportation
probably in the world, only to sweat to death or get downpoured on? Not this
one. And since it’s my fourth, and I have learned alot more trust in the
Creator of this little one inside, I have come to feel that under such
circumstances, tests are overated, much more than God’s peace anyway.
All went well, complete with blood drawn and the typical
urine sample, and a Tetanis shot that my arm has been loving! But “little one”
was moving all over. In fact our friend Devon was with me and she was marveling
at my belly jiggling like jello while I was on the table, “looking like an
alien” she said.
skin can stretch any more.