On Saturday, July 27, I came home from spending a few days at the beach with girlfriends. I greeted Billy at the door and said, “My period is 3 days late. I’m going to take a test.” And then, because I’m mildly OCD, I took two: both positive! We were pregnant, and my life changed forever in one tiny little second.
On Friday, September 6, we went to my first doctor’s appointment. The second the ultrasound wand touched my skin, I was greeted with a very obvious, very baby-like image on the screen. Holy shit. This is real! We could see our baby, hanging out, kicking its little arms and legs like crazy. In that instant, it felt more possible, more tangible than it ever had. I’m a worrier, and so in the weeks leading up to this moment, I wouldn’t let myself get too excited. There are too many things that can go wrong. Sure, I had many symptoms, but they disappeared in the days leading up my appointment. My energy started to come back and the nausea went away. Surely something was wrong! But in that moment, I realized everything was OK and I was now someone’s mother.
In fact, everything is great! The baby is doing well, and I’m feeling much better these days. Billy is thrilled! I’m excited for this new adventure and all the wonderful, insane chaos it will bring to our lives.
The littlest member of our family will join us next Spring. We’re due on March 27, 2014.