On Monday, I heard this baby’s heartbeat. Whoa.
I cried. I was just laying there on the table, with goo on my tummy, and I simply couldn’t believe it. It’s still there. It’s still growing. (Of course, the techs couldn’t find the heartbeat at first. Um, don’t let a pregnant lady on a table think you can’t find her baby’s heartbeat. Seriously, lady techs, get it together.)
I’ve been reading to my fetus, even though I know it can’t hear yet. I’ve been slowly, but surely, trying to bond with this thing. Next week, I get an ultrasound and I’ll really see something that looks more like a baby than the sac I saw at six weeks.
Despite my trouble completely believing I’m pregnant, this whole thing is so freakin’ divine. I cannot get over my awe of this process, this journey. Each time I think about my (MY!) baby growing inside of me – I’m just blown away. A good friend sent me a TED video yesterday (below), and I was again reminded how normal all of this is. Women have been birthing babies for as long as our species has been walking the earth. I’m good; we’re good.
Thump, thump, thump. (Or more like, thwocka, thwocka, thwocka.) Keep on beating, little heart.