There are days I still find it hard to believe that I’m pregnant. Of course, I know I’m pregnant. I know there’s a baby inside me. I see my belly bulging out. But, particularly on those days when I don’t feel the baby moving much, there’s no constant reminder of “being pregnant.”
That’s why I love the doctor visits and especially the sonogram. It gives me a clear visual of my baby. I can see my baby there on that little screen, moving about and waving at mami and daddy. It makes it all much more real.
I’m now 18 weeks pregnant. This past Tuesday we had our “big” sonogram. The one that every pregnant woman has and the one where you hope to find out the sex of the baby – if you want. And, just like the first pregnancy, my husband and I did want to know the sex. It didn’t matter the outcome – we just wanted to know.
So, there we were in the room – me laying on the bed trying to look at the screen and see my baby. My husband and daughter sitting next to me and my mom a little ways off. All of us anxious to know if all was well with baby, and of course, if he/she would show off and let us know whether we are expecting a boy or girl. I tried hard to read the tech’s face, but those techs must have a special class in their coursework just for learning how to hide emotions. She was so emotionless!
After digging around a bit, taking some measurements and pictures, the tech finally points to the screen and says, “This is a thigh and this is the other thigh…” And what I saw in between made me open my eyes wide and look over at my husband, mouthing, “Is that?” Because there, smack in the middle, was a clear view of what no one can deny.
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