We had our first ultrasound last week, and things feel so much more real now. As we begin to tell more and more people, and I’m able to talk about it with someone besides Tim, my sister and my parents, the pregnancy is beginning to solidify in my mind.
I mean, I knew I was pregnant. My body felt different, and I hadn’t gotten my period in months. Oh and there was those positive home pregnancy tests and the tests at my doctor. Still, there was this teeny tiny part in the back of my mind that was like, “What if I’m crazy? What if this is really just a pizza baby, and that’s the reason I can no longer zip up nearly all of my pants?” Part of me thought I would go to my ultrasound and the technician would be like, “Hey. There’s no baby in here. What are you doing here?”
But, that wasn’t the case at all. After we had our consultation with the genetic counselor, we were led into the ultrasound room where Tim was seated next to me. It was a little awkward as I was asked to pull my pants and underwear down to my knees–snow boots still remaining on–and lay back on the table. I did have a paper cloth over me, so really only my belly was exposed. Almost immediately after the technician squirted my stomach with cold gel and touched me with the magic wand, the image of a baby–our baby–popped up on the screen.
“Do you see that flickering?” the technician asked. “That’s the heartbeat.”
I looked to Tim and his eyes sparkled. Pretty cool stuff.
So, our baby has a good heartbeat, two arms and two legs. The nuchal translucency screening was fine. I’m still waiting to hear back about the blood tests, but all in all, in was a good appointment and things seem to be well. I’m almost ready to breathe a big sigh of relief.