Week 8: First ultrasound

Little T,

Your Daddy and I are lounging in a cush waiting room with windows that look out on the same Colorado Rockies we will see from the balcony when you are born.  We are waiting for the first ultrasound, the first time anyone in this lifetime will see you.  We will find out if you are twins, and we will find out if you're still coming at all.  I used to think you were twin boys and now I feel like you might be a single girl.  We won't know your gender for along time.

I am nervous that something is wrong.  Daddy is not.  I feel yucky which is a good sign.  Hopefully they will give us a copy of the fuzzy digital image to tape in your book!  [And to post in this blog]  And now I will meditate for a while, sip my decaf coffee while Daddy reads childbirthing stories from Ina May's Guide to Childbirth.  And in 7 months I will be sitting on the balcony of the 3rd flood Labor and Delivery across the way, holding you at last.

First ultrasound (8 weeks)

We saw you!  Or a fuzzy white splotch in the bottom of a dark oval surrounded by blobs of morphing gray, anyway, and were told the dark patch is my uterus, and the little white bit down in the bottom of it is you.  So you are still alive, you are really in there, you have a heartbeat (a super-fast one that flashed 167 times a minute) and you are not twins.  You look bubble-like, sort of.  [This diary entry is where her name began.]



I did prenatal yoga tonight and read a bunch more stories after I spent time at Lori's.  I read some stories out loud to you.  I am so excited about being your Mommy!  Daddy is too... he cried when we saw your heartbeat.  Sleep well, my little Bubble.