Week 9, Day 2
Our 8-week appointment was last Tuesday at 3:30. At 2:00, I was picking up board games
from a friend to play with Keith’s parents, who would be arriving for a
week the following afternoon. At
3:00, I picked Keith up from work (after running into a nearby bagel shop for a
quick egg and cheese sandwich to quiet my gargling tummy), and as Keith
finished up a conference call, we drove to Arlington Womens’ Center.
For close to an hour, we waited in a lobby full of pregnant
women of all sizes. For an hour, I looked
around and marveled at... well... how uncomfortable they all looked! I watched how gingerly these women sat, their gigantic bellies pressing
up into their rib cages, displacing their lower backs. They certainly couldn't cross your legs or sit up straight, but rather, just sort of reclined - no, surrendered - into the back in their chairs. That
was my first impression in this waiting room – a lot of patient, excited, and
uncomfortable women!
Bless Keith's heart for being the only husband in that waiting room. When my name was called, Keith came back into the
first room with me, where the first thing they would do was check for a viable
pregnancy. I’ll be honest and say
that I didn’t know the ultrasound would be done vaginally. Still being pretty new to the world of
OB/GYN, I was a little surprised when that ultrasound gel was spread, well, NOT on
my belly.
And then, in literally seconds, the most amazing image appeared on the
big screen in front of us...
Thinking back now, I don’t know why I fully expected to see
an amoeba or a tadpole-like creature in this first ultrasound. I imaged a pulsing orb coming from a little glob of cells. Honestly. But what we saw, immediately and
without question, was a tiny human baby, complete with a human head and a human body, curled in sort of a
fetal-like position (the same position I've been in for much of the last two weeks, fyi) The head had
dark places and light places, suggesting contours and future facial features. The body had
limb-like protrusions that seemed to twitch as the scope moved around. The nurse said these kind of movements are
mostly involuntary, but I’m convinced that the nugget was dancing for its daddy
and me.
We were so happy to share our good news (and the picture
from the ultrasound) with Keith’s parents when they arrived the next
evening. We’ve spent a fun week in
D.C together, celebrating Keith’s induction into the American Institute of
Medical/Biomedical Engineers, and celebrating the new addition to our little family.