So... yesterday I found out that my blood is low on a hormone. Now, I have no idea what the hormone name is now. The doctor told me, but I'm just not that typical pregnant woman who retains the name and job of every hormone in her body. Anyway, I'm low on this hormone... and it could effect the baby's growth. The baby might not grow fast enough, and be born too small. I have to go in every 3-4 weeks so the doc can measure the baby, and see how its growing. I was assured that it's certainly nothing to freak out about or worry about. It's just a precaution.
Ya know...
It still really scares the crap out of me.
Saturday 18 April 2009
Saturday 11 April 2009
Little thumps and flutters
I still can't believe you there. Just cozy curled up inside me. Everywhere I go, you come with me. Hibernating. Waiting. I so wonder what life is like for you right now. I wonder if you even have an awareness of your existence... of my existence for that matter.
Maybe this is getting a little too philosophical.
I heard your heart beating for the first time. I think it will be a joyful sound that rings in my ears for the rest of my life. The same as the first time I saw that image of a small blob with a flutter in the middle is burned into my brain.
Your father was grinning from ear to ear when he first saw your fuzzy ultrasound image. I think he's proud of you already.
It's still strange to think that you're sitting right here with me as I type this. I can't believe how much I love you already.
Sometimes I dream about you. I see you in my dreams at age 3.. or 12... or 25. It's very strange.
I can't wait to show you this world. There are so many wonderful, beautiful people out here waiting to meet you. I hope you know that you're going to have the most wonderful extended family ever... and the largest. Cause in this house, friends are family too. It's something you'll grow up understanding. They're all so amazing. I can't wait for you to meet them.
I can't wait to meet you... even though it's like I've always known you.
I think I'm going to really really love being your mom.
Maybe this is getting a little too philosophical.
I heard your heart beating for the first time. I think it will be a joyful sound that rings in my ears for the rest of my life. The same as the first time I saw that image of a small blob with a flutter in the middle is burned into my brain.
Your father was grinning from ear to ear when he first saw your fuzzy ultrasound image. I think he's proud of you already.
It's still strange to think that you're sitting right here with me as I type this. I can't believe how much I love you already.
Sometimes I dream about you. I see you in my dreams at age 3.. or 12... or 25. It's very strange.
I can't wait to show you this world. There are so many wonderful, beautiful people out here waiting to meet you. I hope you know that you're going to have the most wonderful extended family ever... and the largest. Cause in this house, friends are family too. It's something you'll grow up understanding. They're all so amazing. I can't wait for you to meet them.
I can't wait to meet you... even though it's like I've always known you.
I think I'm going to really really love being your mom.
Sunday 5 April 2009
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