20 weeks on the dot.
We are halfway there. I have trouble believing it. Such a long road here!
Yesterday was our BIG ultrasound where we went on a Tour de Bebe. Saw the femur and radius, the stomach, gallbladder, feet, hands, etc. Then we got to check out the profile of an ACTUAL child inside me. Not just some creation of my overactive imagination. Not just a couple of bad tacos causing me some tummy rumbles. Not just getting chubby around the middle from too much ice cream. It is something that is completely explainable and yet totally inexplicable.
I, more so than most women, KNOW how this happens. Over the years, I’ve gathered a great deal of knowledge about the innerworkings of the reproductive system, the old wives tales, where health class falls short on information and how to troubleshoot problems. I understand the science in a way most people never need to. Where I am completely flummoxed by is grasping the miracle of it all. The spark. The moment. The true origin of life. The reasons behind “why now?”. That remains shrouded in the darkest cloak of mystery to me.
Yet, here I had proof that it does happen. And we saw our beautiful, seemingly healthy, baby boy. Yep. Read that right. We are going to have a son. Name to be announced on a future date. After all, there have to be some surprises in life, right?
