very, very real

I was waiting for Guy to do this post, so stay tuned for his experience at the ultrasound...

We went. I felt like I was going to burst (36 oz. of water, remember, I whined about it?). Guy sat at my feet and watched the screen while rubbing my feet and peeking up at me. I laid on the table and tried to stay calm and centered. At first, the technician went through all her standard images and measurements, the machine registering a little binging sort of sound with each image taken. Then she turned the screen so that I could see--I have to confess, without an explanation, it really looked like lots of black and white smears. However, every so often, a hand or foot would be apparent, or the shape of the head and the eye indentions would be clearer. Apparently the baby turned a flip while she was working.

We decided we weren't going to learn the gender, but had her take a peek anyway. That proved to be too much--that someone else knew, but not us. So we found out.

It's a boy. More importantly, all his little organs are developing normally, his heart has four chambers and he looks to be just fine with a good, strong heartbeat, etc. We saw little snips of fingers and toes. He's okay. I can't tell you the weight that lifted for me to know he's okay. I was worried--I didn't know I was pregnant in that first month so I wasn't as careful about things like drinking wine with dinner, etc.

The baby is okay. And the due date was pretty accurate, moved up by a few days, but plus or minus two weeks. So...

We're over half-way there.

Wow.

I'm awestruck, excited and terrified all at once.