I’m not the biggest worrier in the world, but from the time I’d found out I was pregnant every now and then a little thought would pop into my head. What if I wasn’t really pregnant, but imagining it all? What if the baby bulge was a sign of a tumor, not pregnancy? Once the baby started moving, these worries eased a bit just to make room for others. What if the baby had two heads? What if he was missing an arm?
Today I’m relieved to say that my baby looks perfect, has all the body parts a human being needs and no extra ones.
The position of the baby was not great for finding out if it was a boy or a girl, but the specialist gave us her best guess. Because it’s just a guess, I’m going to keep it a secret for now. Plus apparently it makes for eye-catching tweets…
On a smaller scale, I’m grateful that the ultrasound was relatively comfortable this time. I cheated a bit and I didn’t drink as much water as I was supposed to, and the appointment started on time (rare, I know). I got to enjoy looking at my baby instead of praying for the scan to finish as quickly as possible so that I could rush to the toilet.
That’s my news for today, what are you grateful for?