Thursday, September 24, 2009

First Baby Pictures

Back on August 5, 2009, a day of actual misery in the nausea department, there was a bright ray of sunshine. This was the day that Aaron and I got our first glimpse of our baby and got to see his/her heartbeat. It was amazing. I was only 6 weeks pregnant at the time, and it was more than reassuring to see so that I knew that, "Yes, I actually am pregnant, and yes, all the nausea and headaches are worth it."

So although you can't really see much but black and white squiggles and smudges, I promise there is a baby there. The yellow dashed line is measuring the baby. I think they said the baby was approximately the size of a piece of rice at that time. I can tell you that the baby is much bigger now at 13.5 weeks. I go next Wednesday for another check up, and we'll get to hear the heartbeat again.

I realize I'm not the first gal to ever have a baby, but it is MY first baby, and I'm marveling. There are 2 heartbeats inside of me. There is another human in my tummy. That human is our baby - a gift to us from the Lord. That baby goes with me wherever I go. I could go on and on, but if I let myself think about it, I get overwhelmed.

Speaking of overwhelmed, I must make a confession: I have a difficult time reading about what is happening during my pregnancy. When I read that "eye balls are forming" or "today your baby's spine is fusing" or other such wonderments, I kind of have a mini panic attack. I feel like I'm not doing enough. I feel like I need to swallow a whole bottle of prenatal vitamins (don't worry - I WON'T...), or that I need to take a bath in vegetables. So, I sort of avoid reading about it as much as possible and trust that God is taking care of the baby and just using me as the incubator. {I remember having chicken eggs (I think) under the heat lamp in our bathroom while I was growing up... Miraculously, they hatched into chicks. What that has to do with anything, I don't know, but I felt the need to share.}

Anyway, one last comment: Today my 3rd and 4th hours (Evidently most of them have 2nd hour together, and they had discussed this then.) decided I should name the baby Bagel Nosh after a super yummy bagel shop down the road. Then they decided that if Bagel Nosh wasn't an option that I should consider Muffin. 4th hour is also the same class period where I looked up and a student was licking all four of his ink pens. In answer to my astonished, bewildered, grossed out, what-are-you-doing look, he said, "Kiani was trying to steal them. I figured if I licked them, she wouldn't touch them." Yes, I do have control of my class. This all took place before the bell rang to begin. The adventures in teaching 8th graders - never a dull moment, let me tell ya!


  1. What a beautiful post! Loved it! Praying for ALL the upcoming details... so excited to see what God has in-store for the THREE of you! Love you. Miss you!

  2. Love it!! All of the ultrasound pics are exciting, but I think the 1st is the most special! Six weeks is the point when I found out I was having twins! And- you just 'marvel' away! Every pregnant woman, whether it's their first or 10th, deserves to do it. ;-)

  3. I didn't know it would come through as 'Eric' posting. I'm pretty sure he'd say similar comments, but it was actually me, Regina!