Saturday, May 25, 2019

The Joys of Being Pregnant

On August 9, 2010, life as I knew it changed forever. It was a radiation pattern summer day at home, much like any other Monday that summer. Everything on the outside appeared to be the same as usual, plainly on the inside, I knew there was a change. I was two weeks pregnant and I wouldnt k straightway it until about 530 that night.It was a very emotional discovery, conclusion that I would become a mother in a little less than nine short months. Not only did that discovery change my life, but it also changed the lives of many others who love and care about me. My mother, 33, would become a young grandmother and my step dad, 26, would become an even younger grandfather. My young buck of troika years would have to throw away his childhood and become a man for his son or daughter. I was scared to death that the shock and austereness of my situation would destroy any chance of gaining the support of them, but all three, along with the rest of my family, kept loving me and began to love the new life maturement inside of me.I am now eleven weeks pregnant and I have had the privilege of actually seeing my baby via ultrasound. He or she was almost a centimeter long on the first of September and resembled a peanut or a lima bean. Seeing the babys pulse flashing like a tiny strobe light hit me like a ton of bricks. The embryo that I had heard of in books and diagrams was now a child to me a living, growing baby who was developing arms and legs and eyes. A baby that may grow up to have my dimples or my boyfriends blue eyes. He or she would call me mommy and love me unconditionally. And I would love him or her right back, as strong and as breathed as I could.I keep the pictures from the sonogram on the refrigerator, but my favorite one is in a little white frame in my bedroom. I look at it often and I wonder how much the baby has changed since that picture was taken. My next appointment is the 29th, and I am so aflutter to be able to see how much this life insid e of me has grown and be able to take home more pictures that I will shelter as much as the first one.

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