I was going to call this post “The Invasion of the Body Snatcher,” because that’s sort of how this week has gone, but then I woke up at 4:30 this morning with a better sense of this week’s theme. We’ll do the body-snatcher bit next week. 🙂
19 weeks is, for all intents and purposes, halfway to the finish line. Everything about baby has developed and is in proportion, and just needs to grow. Baby was quiet during the ultrasound, which is odd for 6:30 at night, which is usually the time at which the little frog starts to wiggle around in there. In order to get a good view of the “goods,” I had to get up and take a bathroom break halfway through and do a little wiggling of my own. It opened up enough stretching space for the tech to confirm what she had thought she saw, but didn’t want to say before she was totally sure.
Despite any of our own feelings as to the physical sex or the feelings of anybody we knew, Jim & I went in to the ultrasound with a battery of short-listed names for either a boy or a girl. It occurred to me, at the aforementioned 4:30-AM-wake-up, that every name we had chosen was that of a warrior — either a literal or figurative one. But that despite the battles, none of these fighters ever became battle-hardened — on the very contrary, each one of them fulfilled the image of the Happy Warrior. I give you excerpts from the beginning and end of the very long 1806 Wordsworth opus:
WHO is the happy Warrior? Who is he
That every man in arms should wish to be?
–It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought
Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought
Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought:
Whose high endeavours are an inward light
That makes the path before him always bright:
Who, with a natural instinct to discern
What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn;
Abides by this resolve, and stops not there,
But makes his moral being his prime care;
Who, not content that former worth stand fast,
Looks forward, persevering to the last,
From well to better, daily self-surpast:
Who, whether praise of him must walk the earth
For ever, and to noble deeds give birth,
Or he must fall, to sleep without his fame,
And leave a dead unprofitable name—
Finds comfort in himself and in his cause;
And, while the mortal mist is gathering, draws
His breath in confidence of Heaven’s applause:
This is the happy Warrior; this is He
That every Man in arms should wish to be.
Despite any of the hurdles behind or before us, this baby is just knocking every one of them down. This one seems to think that if it isn’t at least a little bit difficult, it isn’t worth doing. I asked Jim, “Does that sound like any one you know?” and he said, “Sounds like both of us.” We will not be surprised if this one is a bit of a daredevil with a big sense of self, or very perseverant. Call it either steadfastness or bull-headishness. I said as long as the daredeviltry is accompanied by joy in the undertaking, it doesn’t matter in the least to me.