We got a glimpse of our little boy yesterday via a 4-D ultrasound – which was so incredible. I sat mesmerized, watching the screen in awe as the technician zoomed in on his chubby little fingers and toes, and the confirmation that he is, without a doubt, a little boy. Most of the time he had his face tucked into his hands or behind his elbows, so it was hard to get a peek. After some poking and prodding (which let me know he was not happy about by rolling away and kicking my ribs) we finally got to see his face. I was floored.
Because, staring back at us was our baby. The little life that I have carried for almost 9 months now. I can’t put into words how incredible it was to get a peek at him. This tired, swollen, achy pregnant momma about melted to pieces right there in the ultrasound room. That’s our little boy!!
I love him so much, already! As emotional as I felt sitting there watching him on the screen, I can’t imagine what it will be like when I actually get to hold him in my arms. Somehow, I feel like the achy-ness, the discomforts, the heartburn, the nausea, whatever I experience in labor…none of that will matter anymore when I get to finally see him.
At less than a month to the due date, I am having a lot of braxton hicks (practice) contractions that keep getting stronger and more frequent…and check-ups have changed from once a month to once a week. His room is almost all set up, the car seat is in the car, clothes and blankets are washed, and our living room has a baby swing set up in it! Everywhere I turn there are little reminders that he will be here soon, and man, oh man, I simply cannot wait!