In mid October 2018, my girlfriend’s period was a couple of weeks late and she was in the bathroom taking a pregnancy test. In this moment, my mind is filled with excitement and nerves. My heart begins to beat quickly with a rush of mixed anxiety, both good and bad. Soon, she comes back with a positive test. Instantly, the sensation of excitement rushes over me. This excitement I haven’t felt since I was a kid on a summer day. The other feeling was of fear, I started to wonder how I would be as a dad for the first time.
In early November 2018, we went in for our first ultrasound. This is when we caught a glimpse at our baby’s heartbeat. Immediately a rush of happiness and love came over me. I started to tear up as I stared at our baby’s heart beating. At the time, we were only about 6 weeks pregnant and I already couldn’t wait for the baby to be born.
2 weeks later, we go in for another ultrasound. At only 8 weeks, our baby had grown exponentially. We can now see the arms and legs start to form. No matter how far along, it’s always a great relief when the doctor says that the baby growing at the right pace and that everything looks good.
Mid December had arrived and we were going in for another Ultrasound. At this point, our baby was at about 11 weeks. It’s a little crazy to think that this is when things started to become more real. The feeling of having a baby was starting to sink in even more. I joyously look at the Ultrasound screen to see our baby’s feet fluttering. We have a busy baby on our hands! During this entire visit, I stared at the Ultrasound screen intently with overwhelming suspense as if I’m watching a love story unfold and the details were being revealed little bits at a time. Every movement the baby made filled me with intrigue. Every Ultrasound visit felt like I was taking my baby out for lunch and we hadn’t seen each other in weeks. I gripped onto every blissful moment. We finally got to see our baby’s profile!
For weeks we were looking forward to our most recent visit to the Ultrasound clinic because we were going to find out the baby’s gender. I was also ecstatic that I was getting to see my kid again. During this visit, our baby was swimming around like an Olympic swimmer trying to win a gold medal :). The technician was chasing our baby around for most of the visit trying to get scans of all the different parts to make sure the baby is okay. Everything looked good, the only problem was that the images of the heart were not clear enough to satisfactorily tell if it was good so we will be going back to get better scans of the heart when it is more developed. No big deal. During this visit, we were finally told that we were having a boy! Putting a gender to our baby really heightens the connection! I love this kid!
We have another visit coming up soon but I am looking forward to having this baby with every moment that passes. At 22 weeks, we are more than half way there but I still can’t wait to meet my son!