Don't scare me like that

Ok, you little stinker. Time for a heart to heart. I am sure that as we go through the years together you'll do your share of scaring the bujeezes out of me. It's part of parenting and part of life. You'll grow and learn and want to take risks on new things. I'll freak out and be the worry wart that I am and we'll love each other even more for it. But I don't know if my heart can handle all the panic attacks I'm sure you'll unknowingly inflict upon me! Point in case little Bean ~ Yesterday we had our second Doctor's appointment. Dr. Woods wanted to use a fetal heartbeat monitor to listen to your heart. He squirted jelly on my tummy and started rolling the wand over me. From hip bone to hip bone, back and forth, over and over. Calmly telling me that he'll find you. Where did you go? Where could you have gone? You're 2 inches tall child, and you don't have a tiny car in there! After about 5 minutes Dr. Woods announced he was going for the ultrasound machine, cause "you can't hide from us!". So back he comes with the ultrasound machine, more jelly to the tummy and a new wand settled over the jelly. And there you were. Causally laying on your tummy, looking like you're sucking your thumb, legs up. Did you rush back over like a teenager who's just been caught sneaking in after curfew? I know, I know, you didn't go anywhere. But those were the scariest 5 minutes of my life! I can't ask you to promise not to scare me anymore. It's a loosing battle that I'll endure for the rest of my life. Just know that my fear is completely rational, no matter how irrational I may seem at the time. I'm sure you'll get used to it.... By the time you've had your first child! (Hahahaha) Love you kid. Love Mommy PS, no more hiding, k?