Yesterday was one of the best days of my life.
We got to see our baby.
It was one of the weirdest but most amazing things I have ever seen. There it was, wriggling around like crazy, right before our eyes.
There was little ceremony once we were called into the room for the scan. The woman doing it was extremely officious and rattled through the scanning and screening info the moment the door shut behind us. I was instructed up on the bed immediately and before I knew it, she has squeezed some gel on my tummy, pushed the scanner type knob thing on me and straight away – there it was on the screen. Our baby. We’re having a baby.
It felt like the day I found out I was pregnant all over again.
When I took that positive test two months ago, the second line told me I was pregnant. My boobs told me I was pregnant. The queasiness told me I was pregnant. The lack of a period told me I was pregnant. But, to actually have it confirmed by a health care profession… well, it might sound silly but it’s a relief to know there is actually a baby there. And what a perfect little peach it is.
I am so lucky.