computer while I was away so I was unable to post. I really wish I could have because
there was so much that went on in those few short weeks, but I guess thats just how the holidays go.
I wasn't feeling to well throughout most of the holidays, but I was more then happy
to feel nauseous most days, it filled me with a sense of confidence. I still find it weird that
in order for me to believe in this pregnancy I need to feel sick 24/7. There were days
when I felt perfectly fine and those were the days I dreaded, I would worry all day that
something happened to the baby. So there I was in Nova Scotia for the holidays either
feeling sick from nausea or sick from worry, I must not have been very good company.
I did decide to tell my parents about the baby, it was kind of a spur of the moment thing.
We were all opening gifts on Christmas morning and it just seemed like the right time.
My nephew who is only 3 already knew there was a "secret" baby in my belly so I just gave
him permission to tell his grandma and grandpa. He was so excited to blurt it out, and my
parents were so stunned, mom kept yelling "what, what, what? is that true??" and my
dad just rocked back and forth in his rocking chair saying "I don't need anything else for
Christmas, nothing at all".
It was a very wonderful day for us indeed, but I still had to wait almost 2 weeks until the
ultrasound, which was yesterday! When I returned home from Nova Scotia it really began
to sink in that I still had not even seen the baby, yet the important people in my life were
already attached, like I was. I was beginning to regret telling anyone, I was really getting
worried about what the ultrasound would reveal.
The day of the ultrasound I was a complete wreck, although I never once told my hubby
how I was feeling. He has always been so confident that I did not want to ruin it for him.
I drank my 4 large glasses of water as they said, and by the time I got to the ultrasound I
felt as if I was going to BUST (I really wanted to be sure my bladder was full enough to
see the baby clearly). Turns out that my bladder was SO full that she could not see a thing
and I was sent to the washroom. I can tell you the time I spent getting to the washroom
and back were some of the longest moments of my life, I was sure she could see nothing because there was nothing there to see.
When I got back she was able to see the baby, although she did not let me know that for
at least 10 nerve wrecking minutes. Finally, after all that time she called my husband in
and showed us the baby, showed us his/her head, arms, tiny little legs and flickering
heartbeat. My hubby was really excited and swears he seen the legs kicking about, but I
really think I went into a state of shock sometime during the bathroom break because
I was just staring at the screen, unable to speak. It wasn't until hours later that I was able
to believe the ultrasound went well.
I know were not out of the woods yet at only 9 weeks, but I am feeling quite good about
things, lets hope this feeling lasts for a while. It's a beautifully sunny, snowy day in
Toronto so I think I will go for a walk and enjoy it, soon as I finish reading what everyone
else was up to this holiday season!