At the end of the day I fall into bed, lying flat and stretching, back flat, after a trying day. I love that. It feels SO good to lie there and stretch my body. With and within me, Bunkin stirs, stretches and jostles as if sharing in my joy.
Twice now I've thanked God for modern medicine and the opportunity to peer into my womb from a screen and watch Bunkin move about. A living, feeling, heart-pumping, life-stirring, joy-giving, yawning and smiling, fingernail clad CHILD. A child, fearfully and wonderfully made by God, sharing a piece of Matt and a piece of myself within that tender, tiny body. God created using US as His instrument. It is a majestic thing.
That ear tuggin' looks a bit familiar....
I realize that the first minute of the video it is not clear whether an alien resides in me at worst, and at best: it isn't clear whether you are looking at a head or a bum. Golly~ it is hard to get a clear image out of shadows formed from echos, after all. I made this video of our appointment today because Corynn was so bummed she wouldn't be able to go see it herself. Small doctor with an even smaller office means no children. Ysh. For those of us who appreciate 'still lifes' more than muddled move-y videos, I post a Bunkin portrait from a few weeks ago. S/he is waving...
It has been crazy busy here, with no real future outlook of slowing down. Tis the reason I haven't been posting lately, and the reason I may not be able to continue the pace I seem to always keep up with. At least for a while.
Good news: I can happily say that we are about 90% packed.
Not quite good news: It looks like our things will be staying packed a lot longer than I had hoped~ and that we are going to be 'roughing' it for what MAY be months. No improvements have been made to kitchen OR bathrooms. *sigh* This will be an adventure....to be determined: whether it will be a good one, or a bad one. ;-) All I know is this: there have been construction workers working on the outside of this house since November-and it was hard. How much harder will it be to live among construction workers INSIDE my house? I certainly don't want to wake up with an Amish man working in my bedroom, that's for sure and for certain!
Lots of work and worry. Lots of opportunity to be overcome. But I refuse. I choose to take this moment, THESE moments to bask in the wonderment of Bunkin.
And I all I feel is awe.