12 weeks seems like a long time from the moment I found out I was pregnant. Looking back, it kinda passed in a flash.
I remembered vividly, the first word I uttered when I realised I was pregnant was "F*** x 3", very rare, considering I was taught not to use the word "shit" cause it's a vulgar word. Both Da man and I were in a daze for a split second, maybe longer. He was more calm than I was cause he said he had a gut feel when I had my multiple cravings for Thai food.
It has been a very smooth 12 weeks, no morning sickness, no major cravings (except a preference for tom yum soup), no fatigue (no excuses to end work earlier than usual), no headache or dizzy spells. Honestly, I got a little worried. Too smooth for comfort. I don't seem pregnant at all. Being a mother makes one paranoid I guess. Luckily the doctor reassured me that the baby was growing well at 8th week and showed us the heartbeat. Even more so during the 12 weeks scan.
It's amazing seeing the hands and legs moving vigorously during the scan. The baby was good and the scan (for down syndrome) took only a good 10mins. The gynae spoke to the baby to move slightly lower but the baby seem to be in his/her own world. Both of us followed suit seeing the non response and spoke to the baby. Seconds later, the baby jumped twice and moved into position. We were both awed. The gyane went " Look! Your baby is jumping. It's very good cause it means the muscles and nerves are developing well." Our smiles said it all. We just wish you grow well and healthily.
We booked the confinement lady, the infant care at Pat's helifax and attended parenting talk. More stuff to buy and whole lot of activities that will keep us occupied.
I like it that Da man prays for both the baby and I daily, morning and night. That we trust in the Lord and his presence during this journey of our lives, that the baby knows God even before birth. Somehow, whenever fear sets in (those silly random thoughts when I wonder if the baby is growing well when I feel a tug or pull in my tummy), the prayers have a settling effect on me.
4 more weeks to the answer of whether it's a boy or girl. Hopefully the baby is cooperative. We shall see.
It's amazing feeling you grow in me, even more so seeing you every 4 weeks. Love love love....