Today we had an ultrasound scheduled at the University of Chicago, everything was running late but we didn’t seem to mind, we just sat and watched people for an hour.
We were called back. When the ultrasound began, we immediately caught a glimpse of this super sweet baby moving around inside.
We couldn’t help but notice just how much the baby enjoyed his or her hands, it almost seemed like the baby played with them the entire time. I told the technician that I could watch this all day long, that it would be like THE BEST TV SHOW EVER. She laughed and well, maybe I cried.
She asked if we wanted to know the gender, we politely declined. It felt so strange to decline, but the fact that I wasn’t dying to find out, I knew we were making the right decision. At one point, she had us close our eyes so she could peek downstairs.
We really just want to focus on the health of this baby, not the gender, but more on that later.
I felt like I had been laying on the table for a very long time, I looked at the time and saw that we had been in the room for 45 minutes! Another 15 minutes went by before the ultrasound was over.
A full hour we spent, checking out this baby, watching him or her move, watching the heart beat so perfectly. It was perfect and fun and just what we needed.
Between that and the love that you wonderful people showed me in my post last night, I am feeling much, much better.
Reassured. I am feeling reassured.