Written 29th August 2011 (Before I got my self in gear to start this blog)
It is nearly here. Tomorrow we finally see the first images of the newest member of our little family. I’m very excited but more than a little anxious. It has felt like we have been waiting for this day forever.
It wasn’t that long ago that ultrasound wasn’t that widely available. However, the 12 week or 3 month mark has been then magic deadline for a long time, when we can all breathe a sigh of relief and feel just that bit more confident that everything is going to be ok. We reached the great date on Saturday but have held off telling anyone until we have seen he/she with our own eyes. I wonder if I was a religious person I would feel differently about this, being accustomed to having faith in things I cannot see or even understand. The development of two cells in to a child is surely one of the most amazing things that can happen in today’s society but I just cannot quite believe it is real until I’ve seen it. This lack of faith is even more ludicrous when you take in to account all the signs of pregnancy I have been putting up with over the last couple of months:
· Nausea – so much nausea! If I managed a day without wanting to be sick I had a little celebration. This happened twice in a two month period!
· Fatigue – I have never been so tired! I used to get home from work and lay on the sofa until I went to bed which was stupidly early. I became one of the most boring people I knew.
· Tea and coffee. I cannot even think about them, let along drink them without feeling ill
So taking all of that in to account I feel confident then when I lay on that ultrasound table tomorrow and she covers my tummy with goo, that a picture of a baby will appear on that screen and we can celebrate and tell everyone we have ever met. However a little niggling doubt remains so until tomorrow I will continue to tell my mum “Yeah I’m fine, nothing major going on here”.
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