We had our twenty week ultrasound this past Tuesday. The entire weekend I was really getting excited to see our baby and by the time Monday came around, the excitement disappeared and it was replaced with fear and nerves. What if the baby wasn’t developing right? What if something was wrong with him or her? What if, what if, what if…
I laid on the table when we got there and I could feel my stomach start clenching up into this huge knot until I heard the ultra sound tech say “There’s the little one”. I looked at the screen and then at the tech’s face and I knew all was right in our tiny world. As we counted ten fingers and ten toes, saw that everything was developing properly in the lungs and brain and saw the tiny little heart pitter pattering away, the knot in my stomach loosened up and vanished. To say it was a relief is a huge understatement.
Our baby was all sorts of active on Tuesday. Folded up so the feet were by the head, lots of kicking and head moving and more yawning than I thought possible for an unborn baby to do! It was all such a gift to see and I can’t thank God enough each and every day that our baby is warm and safe and healthy right now.
This was the ultrasound where we could find out if little Campbell was a boy or girl but we decided to hold off. I always thought I would want to find out our first baby’s gender but now that we are actually pregnant, it felt like a good decision not to. The major life events that people dream up have happened for us in the last five years already and I want to hold onto every last bit of surprise that I can. From ages 22 to 27 we’ve graduated college, met each other, got real world jobs, survived our first solo vacation together, bought a house, got engaged, got married and adopted a puppy. Isn’t the last big thing on the list to start a family? It all happened so fast to me and I really wanted our baby to grace us with one more surprise before long sleepless nights and daily routines.
I didn’t think I would have the patience to wait and I know Andrew is going to have a tough time with it but I know God will give us the strength we need to just focus on the baby’s health instead of the color blue or pink.
As of today, the little and I have hung out together for the last 22 weeks. It’s so weird to think that this pregnancy is already more than half way through and with the holidays coming up, time is sure to fly by even faster than it normally does. I’m just hoping to soak in as much time with him/her as I can because I have a gut feeling I’m going to miss the kicking and back flips once baby C get here in February!