TMI and Baby's First Picture

I've read that some women in pregnancy are worried about how much gas they have, that their baby is unable to sleep with all the bubbles they feel in their belly. One book I read eased this troubling question by stating that since the baby is comfortably encased in amniotic fluid, the bubbles aren't harmful at all, and are more like tiny water massages for the baby. If that is the case, then our baby is the most pampered womb fetus in all the land.

Tim and I got our first sonogram today and I have to chronicle that we both teared up, and mommy definitely let some tears fall. "It's really in there!" I said, all choked up. And indeed, it is. Tiny little gray peanut inside a black hole in my belly. All the little nuances prior to that moment of seeing baby were nothing more than inconveniences; getting my blood drawn (and having a vein blown), visiting the toilet after every snack, building up so much saliva in my mouth I could refill a pool in the summertime. Now I have had a visual confirmation that baby is alive and living in my belly, all those things have meaning. They are still inconvenient, but at least now, I really know why I'm doing them. For that adorable little peanut inside me, who was just laying there, being tiny and cute. Who the sonogram lady tried to bump into action, and who, I am proud to say, was sleeping soundly. Already so much like your daddy! This little sweet peanut who is already loved so much by mommy and daddy, is something we can't stop looking at, even though baby is nothing more than a gray fuzz. We look forward to getting to know you better, cutie fuzz.




PS. Stop making mommy barf. Love you!