Last month, I wrote about my reaction to finding out I was pregnant here.
I’m still having my moments of questioning the timing, worrying about how my relationship with Carlos is going to change with a baby, where we’re going to fit a crib, and asking God, “WHY ME?!” when heartburn is keeping me awake at night.
Last week, I was scheduled to have an “anatomy ultrasound,” and, in typical me fashion, I had no idea what this meant. Well, I got into the ultrasound room, just excited to see my baby again, and the tech started listing off body parts she could see on the screen.
“There’s the kidneys! The ribs! The stomach! 1-2-3-4-5 fingers! Four chambers of the heart!”
Hold up-four chambers of the heart?! I had no idea ultrasounds were this advanced. If we’re being honest, I might have also been pressed to tell you beforehand how many chambers our hearts even have. Science in general has never been my strong suit. But there was my 18-week-old girl’s 4-chamber heart, beating like a drum on the screen.
My baby’s heart is beating. We’ll figure out the crib situation (really considering this) and I’ll just keep popping the TUMS as long as I need to and Carlos and I are going to be parents.
And even though I used to think all ultrasound images looked the same, here she is, my girl: