The First Visit
June 23, 2008
This is an odd task, writing my first blog about pregnancy and my new role as mommy-to-be. I’ve had this on my to do list for several days now, so I’m going to give it a shot and hope that it will get easier as I continue to write.
I went for my first OB visit last week. Everything was fine, which is wonderful and terrifying.
First we had the ultrasound - a few seconds of staring at a dark screen, then tada! There was this little blob with a strong flutter in the middle of it, the heartbeat. I freaked out for a second when I saw how fast it was beating, over twice as quickly as mine. But the tech assured us that it was perfectly normal. She also pointed out the head, body, and little arm and leg buds. A living blob, our baby.
Then came the lecture and exam with our midwife, a dear friend of mine. We heard about all the things to do and not to do, most of which I’d already read during one of my many hours of staring at pregnancy books and magazines. We also heard about some tips for quelling my morning (or rather all day) sickness.
Finally I had some blood drawn and signed up for visit number two.
Seth and I are very excited about this new addition to our family, but as I mentioned above, the experience is also very scary. What will we do for childcare? Will I still be able to start a Master’s Degree soon? Where are we going to put all of the new treasures that will come with this tiny person? And how will we ever be able to afford this change?
I keep coming back to something my dad said a few years back, just after Seth and I were married. “Babies don’t know moneyy, they only know love.” We have joked about that for a long time, about how Dad just wants us to give him some grandkids. But now, after lying on my bed for an hour, trying to figure out how to actually care for this child, I know that he’s right. We surely won’t starve, and I believe that God will watch over our little family and bless us with an abundance of love.