Yeah...I should have known better.

Last week I had a bit of a baby scare. To be more specific, I hadn't felt Elinore move for a couple of days and it was starting to freak me out.

I get freaked out pretty easily when I am pregnant, but luckily, because of my history, my doctors always take the better safe than sorry approach. As such, when I called and told them that she hadn't moved for a couple of days, they said "get in here."

Ben and I went to the doctor and they did a sonogram to make sure that she was doing just fine. And, of course, as soon as I laid down on that sonogram table, she gave me a huge "you worry too much" kick. Still, the sonogram tech...sonographer...sonogramer...whatever they are called...went through, checked everything out, and pronounced our baby to be very healthy. Elinore was so bored by this whole ordeal that she actually yawned in the middle of it. Which, as a parent, was totally awesome to see. It made the entire freak out almost worth it.

Since that point in time, she has stopped moving for approximately fifteen minutes. I see this course of action on her part as her way of saying "you want movement, I'll give you movement."

After giving birth to, and parenting Connor and Sophia, you would think I would be more careful about saying things like "I just wish she would move more." Maybe some day I'll learn, but after 32 years, I'm skeptical.