The Equuschick is very, very, very tactile defensive about other people touching her. Even her mom. I very seldom get to feel her baby bump, which makes me sad. Nevertheless, LAST NIGHT I GOT FEEL THE BABY MOVE!!!
I had sneaked a hand onto her belly as she was sitting next to me, and asked if the baby was kicking. “NO.” she said emphatically. At which point, the baby moved beneath my hand equally emphatically, as if to say, “HI, Grandmama,” just to spite her.=)
They aren’t planning on getting an ultrasound, which means I’ll have to wait until after the baby is born to get a picture, the old fashioned way.
Since our camera, she is broke (fortunately, AFTER the wedding Jenny and Pip just went to in New Mexico), Pip is going around feeling like she’s lost a part of herself, and I’m a little anxious about getting it replaced in time for the baby and wedding before the end of the year.
I took my dad in to a Dr. appointment yesterday and went to the local Walmart while waiting. I looked at cameras, and decided I really didn’t want to spend that much money just yet. Then I went to the garden department and spent exactly the same amount on flowers and a basket to hang on our deck rail. It made me feel a wee bit ill inside, but then, when I got home and looked at all my flowers, they made me feel pretty happy inside.
Last night we celebrated the HG’s last birthday at home as Miss Common Room rather than Mrs. Strider. It wasn’t her birthday. Her birthday fell during the last couple months of school and she simply couldn’t face another distraction, so we put it off until school was out. Strider brought his camera for us so we could get a few pictures to mark the occasion.
Speaking of occasions…. I ran into an old friend at the Walmart yesterday who had heard about the engagement (it is a small town, news travels with the speed of thought) and told me, “But I’ve met Strider, and I thought there was something going on there a couple years ago, but when I asked the HG she told me empathically that No. Way. They were only friends.” I nodded. “For the last four or five years that is what they have been,” I said. “Just friends. And then, kind of suddenly, something changed.” She said she thought that was best, anyway, to be friends first, and I agreed, and we went about our separate ways. As I continued shopping I was humming happily. At some point I realized I was humming the old Steve and Annie Chapman song, “True love starts with the kiss of hearts.”
Earlier this week I had a sudden flashback of memory that made me grin. Some three or four years ago when we moved into this house and Strider came to help us, he also came to church with us one evening (at that time we went to a different congregation north of us). Sometimes it is our custom to sit one of the two youngest children in between a young man and our young ladies- this began, I think, with an importunate young man who needed NOT to be encouraged, and it prevents embarrassment and awkwardness at times, and if you don’t understand that, I cannot explain it.
Anyway, we do that from time to time, and so the boy sat between Strider and the HG. Afterwards, the HG told me with a nonchalant wave of her hand, “Oh, that’s not necessary with Strider. He’s just Strider.” And now they sit next to each other and share a hymnal (a surefire sign of romance, be aware of this if you ever visit an acapella singing congregation).
Life is funny like that.