My word of the week this week in reality lasted for less than a minute, but it’s been all I could think about for the whole week.
I had my 16-week midwife appointment this week. I went on my own, as I thought it would just be a routine thing to check blood pressure etc etc and as Mr M had been really busy at work, he didn’t come along as we wanted to save his time off for the scans and the big appointments.
It was the first time I met my midwife and she was rather brusque in her manner, so when she asked me to get up on the couch, I didn’t really dare ask what for. Then she asked me to pull up my top, and she used a doppler and for the first time ever, I suddenly heard our baby’s heart beat.
The moment took my breath away. I suddenly felt a huge surge of love rush right through my body and I wanted nothing more in the world than for that baby to be OK.
Strangely hearing the heartbeat had more of an effect on me than seeing it on the ultrasound. It made the baby feel real. It made our impending parenthood feel imminent, it made everything feel so exciting.
It’s all I can think about and I feel so very excited to meet Little R-M.