Baby Bean

As the ultrasound tech poked and prodded my belly, I held my breath and my husband's hand as we anxiously watched the tv screen in the corner of the room.

And then I saw it. A tiny little pulse on the black and white screen. The heartbeat of our baby.

I couldn't believe it. I mean I knew that we were pregnant. I knew that there was a baby in there. But to actually see that little being, the one that my husband and I created, made my own heart swell up with the love and joy and pride for this little, tiny person that was growing inside of me.

The ultrasound tech said that our baby's heartbeat was very strong and looking good. She also said that I was a little earlier than we thought. From the information that we had received on our first appointment, we were estimating that I was about to reach 9 weeks. After she measured Baby D, she told us that I was almost week 7.

As silly as it may seem, I couldn't help but be slightly disappointed with this news for several reasons. First of all, I have had my fair share of horrible first trimester side effects. I am SO over the nausea, headaches, and exhaustion. I am quite ready to begin feeling slightly back to normal (and yes, I know that this probably won't happen for the next 19 years but a girl can always hope).

On a less selfish note, the high percentage for miscarriage during the first trimester scares the living daylights out of me. I'm ready to be free and clear and heading into the second leg of this pregnancy, with the sense that I can relax just a little.

I know that there's nothing that I can do about any of the above and have to have faith that all will be well and just roll with the rest, nausea and all.

Today, I am thrilled that our baby is strong and doing well. Tomorrow, I will be 7 weeks and our little bean will graduate to the size of a blueberry. Life is good in this mommy's world! :)