ShellShocked
We had our second scan yesterday. What a truly amazing thing it is. Seeing our baby once again, this time with a little four-chambered heart beating furiously inside was, as I say, truly amazing. The detail is just fascinating and the fact that our baby has a functioning heart, bladder, kidneys and other bits astounds me. The baby was being a mischief however and I was forced to drink something fizzy and dance around the hospital corridor for half an hour to encourage movement, having previously performed amazing feats of acrobatics on the scan sofa. The sonographer managed to get the measurements she needed on the second attempt and we left feeling elated and full of joy that our baby was doing well.
I had been adamant before the scan that our baby was a boy, even having chosen a name for him. Nick and I had discussed the reasons why we would like a boy along with the reasons we would like a girl to mentally prepare ourselves for finding out if we should be knitting in pink or blue. I was so sure. I was positive in my mind. More sure that I would have thought possible to be. Then came the moment of truth.
'I think this is a little girl' said the sonographer and an overwhelming surge of tears welled up from inside me. I could not believe it. I am going to have a daughter. A beautiful little girl of my own. I am sure the same surge of emotion would have risen in me no matter what she had said. I am sure I would have been as excited for the million reasons why a son would be wonderful. But there was something in her saying '..a girl' that overwhelmed me. I am not sure how much more of the sonographer's words I took in. I just lay and watch our baby yawning and moving her tiny hands and hearing those words again '...a girl'. I have never felt anything so strongly in all my life. Looking at my baby girl on the screen, feeling her movements as I watched her hands and feet curl up, was indescribable.
And to top it all off, Nick felt her move for the first time today.
