You never stop being a Parent

How often have we heard these words said, or read them in blogs and it is so true. One never stops being a parent whether your child is 4 mos, 4 years, 14 years or 40 years.

The reason I say that is because ever since I became pregnant, I have noticed my parents have become a lot more "parent-like" and its been very sweet to see them suddenly treat me like a kid.

For example, on cold days if I called my Mom and mentioned I was going to the grocery store or any place she would say "make sure you wear you scarf, gloves and a wool cap since its cold outside".  Or my Dad will say "stay away from crowded places since there is a lot of flu going around."

Or if I am walking somewhere with either of them they always say "watch your step there is a puddle" or "hold on to the banister while coming down the stairs" etc. My Mom is always opening doors for me when we go shopping or to eat out.

I find it really cute that they feel so protective of me and Beanie. I guess to them I will always be their child, regardless of how old I am.

Today I had my weekly MFM appt for a bio physical profile (BPP).  It went fine. Beanie put on a good show and the doctor was happy.  She remarked that I looked really good, which felt nice coming from a health professional.  My BP was 110/64, so no worries on that account.  I have always been worried about pre-e since I have many risk factors - age, first pregnancy and using DE which amplifies the risk several fold apparantly.

Tomorrow I have my OB appt. Its in a different city about 20 min away since she is not at the local office this week. My Dad has insisted upon driving me there in the morning since I am "so far along" and they would feel better about it.

I am truly blessed to have such a good support system.  My neighbor next doors is going to have her son take my garbage cans up and down the driveway for the next couple of months until I am recovered from the surgery to do so myself.

My Dad has been helping out, even though I am perfectly capable. It is a steep driveway and I get a bit winded but its doable plus I don't want my Dad doing it. But I got yelled at by my Mom last week for taking them down and back up, so I asked my neighbor and she was happy to help. I offered to pay her son, but she refused.

Another neighbor across the street called me last week to see how I was doing since she had not seen me for a while. She too offered if she could help in any way which is really kind of her.