Today was the day, the day I’ve been both anticipating and dreading for weeks. The day of the ultrasound.
And I’m going to foist pictures on you, because I know that looking at someone else’s ultrasound pictures is almost as exciting as looking at someone else’s vacation slides!
My wonderful, awesome, amazing midwife was there for the festivities. I was nervous about what the ultrasound might reveal. I told the tech (who did my ultrasounds with Lilah and Finn as well) in no uncertain terms that I was not interested in knowing about soft markers for anything. I truly don’t want information that’s only going to lead to speculation. All I wanted to know was: (a) does the baby appear to be viable, and (b) how far along am I?
Well, the baby indeed appears to be viable. Little heart hammering away, brain formed, all major parts accounted for, and it was shaking and shimmying in there. The magic of seeing one’s baby for the very first time, it just never goes away.
And surprise, surprise, apparently I’m about a week farther along than I thought – she put me at about 13 and a half weeks, with an EDD of June 15.
Now we just need good news about Michael and we can get back to the business of living happily ever after.