During my eighth week of pregnancy there are several things I know for sure:
- Mexican food is gross
- Green grapes are God’s gift to my stomach
- All pregnant woman should be allowed an afternoon nap
- My baby is the size of a kidney bean
- I’m about to see my baby for the first time via ultra sound
Being a first-time mom I have no idea what to expect at this ultra sound. Questions are rolling through my mind. Will I be able to see anything? Will there be a heartbeat? How will Greg react? Will the baby be growing properly? Am I eating enough healthy foods? The list goes on…
My overworked brain freezes the moment I see that beautiful little blob on the screen and see the heart beat flickering. I’m told that my estimated due date is March 7th and the baby’s heartbeat is 151 beats per minute. Perfection. The ultra sound tech calls this the gummy bear stage – makes sense, right?
Seeing the baby changes everything. I realize that I’m no longer the most important person in my world. Greg and I step outside and look at each other with giddy grins on our faces. It’s official. We are going be parents!