Hubby and I went to watch Madagascar 2 after work. During the commercials, our little hero was doing a bit of 'kick boxing' and 'stretching' inside me so I instinctively placed hubby's hand on my bump for him to feel his son's active antics. Our litttle boy was constantly 'stretching', occasionally giving me a jolt or two in between movie. Hubby chuckles each time he kicks and it always pleases me to have these tender moments with both of them.
I've realized that loud noises, especially at the movies or while listening to the radio in the car, tends to act as a catalyst for his constant movements which can last throughout the entire show. These movements are sheer pleasure as well as assurance that he is doing fine. The midwife at our pre-natal class advice us to keep tab on the number of times the baby kicks, a minimum of 10 movements a day must be observed, this does not include hiccups (constant tapping on the same spot). Anyway, he's been assuring mommy so far and thank God for him.
Madagascar 2 was pretty alright, nothing spectacular though except for its catchy chorus that goes like this: "I like to move it, move it...I like to move it, move it....MOVE IT! We were one of the only few couples at the theatre, surrounded by hordes of children so you can pretty much imagine how that makes us feel or at least how it makes me feel....OLD.
Anyway, I'm not going to dwell further about the movie here as in my point of view, it serves no purpose. You know how little gestures can warm the heart, simple things like watching out for the other person while she take each step down the stairs, holding your spouse's hands at the cinema or cleaning her utensils before she uses it. Well, these are little things hubby did for me that makes me feel warm, secured and most of all loved. He holds my hand to cross me over to the other side of the road, remind me to watch my steps each time I take the stairs, shelters me from the rain by placing his hand over my head, and and the list goes on. I feel so blessed for having him in my life; not only as a husband but a best friend and I pray that our son will be just like him. The Lord is always watching over me and he never fail me although I have failed him countless of times in my life. It's a sad reality but then again, who says reality is sweet?
I took extra note of these gestures tonight because I was feeling a little depressed for the past couple of days over the crossroads I'm at. There's so many things playing over in my head that boggled me to the point I'm lost. I'm still looking for answers and directions. Could this be pre-natal blues?
One comfort I can find is knowing this promise: God says I know what I'm planning for you...I have good plans for you, not plans to hurt you. I will give you hope and a good future. Everything happens for a reason and that God does not put us through trials we cannot handle.
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