Yesterday, I had my (now) weekly prenatal checkup with the OB/GYN. I am 38 weeks along now.
Coincidentally, Ethan’s daycare provider had an appointment in the morning, so Ethan had to tag along with us to the medical center for the checkup too. It was the first time we brought him along, not because we didn’t want to before, but because it would be a daunting task keeping his curious little hands away from all the equipment in the examination room.
Anyway, while in the waiting area, Ethan was very much his active little self, even offering his *services* to put away all the magazines that people had left strewn on the chairs. Of course, it goes without saying that his curiosity got the better of him and he began asking what this was and what that was. He even rehearsed saying, “Hi doctor!”
Then when my name was called, he looked on in amazement as the nurse took my weight. And in the examination room, he insisted on sitting on the chair by himself, and pointed at the pictures on the wall, asking what they all were.
But when my doctor came in, Ethan became very quiet all of a sudden, and it was only a few minutes later that he mustered up the courage to say hi to the good doctor. For the first time too, Ethan heard his sibling’s strong heartbeat when the doctor did his routine checkup. I was also due for a cervix exam, and while Pete *entertained* Ethan, the doc informed me that although the cervix was softening, it was still closed.
The checkup was all done in a jiffy, and Ethan said “Buh-bye!” to the doctor as we left.
He’s gonna be an awesome big brother, don’t you think?