So Monday I was officially 9 weeks pregnant!!!! My second scheduled appointment was yesterday - we were surprised to be able to hear the heartbeat!!! I had read that you can't start hearing the heartbeat with a dr.'s doppler until 10-12 weeks, so yay for being able to hear a LOUD and STRONG heartbeat at 9!!! I found the pic below...its supposedly what a fetus (which I don't feel bad for calling the baby, because fetus means "little one") looks like at 9 weeks. I don't have great ultrasound pics yet...I have two (one at 5 wks and one at 7), I'll post those as soon as I can, though you probably won't know what you're looking at. Next appt is in 3 weeks (Oct. 16th) - I will be 12 weeks and hopefully we'll be able to get another, clearer ultrasound!
No, we are not going to find out the sex of the baby until d-day. Danny doesn't want any false "it's a boy"s or "it's a girl"s...It's kind of bummy because I'm itching to know - but again I don't want to go out thinking it's a boy and buy all this cute stuff and find out later that my girl's gonna have to be a little tomboy for a few years. :) Like I said, though, he swears up and down that it's a girl (even though he wants a little boy first). I used to be almost 100% positive it was a boy, but recently I've been having amazing dreams of holding our baby and each time it's a beautiful little girl (who smells so sweet by the way). So I don't know...God knows what He's doing.
Another thing about that. I've really become aware of how much God loves us even from the very beginning of our life. One of the hard things about being pregnant this early on is (I'm just gonna be transparent for a sec here) the huge fear that something's going to go wrong. This early on, the chance of miscarrying is greater and so it's difficult to give that up - to "let go and let God". Not being able to see the baby everyday to check up on him and not being able to feel him move around yet, or to hear the heart beating strong (except for when we visit the dr) - it all kind of makes you panic anytime you feel any abdominal discomfort or lower back pain, etc. The first week we found out that we were pregnant, I remember being so paralyzed by fear and anxiety that something was going to happen - anytime we'd go over a speed bump in the truck I'd grab onto the "oh-my-gosh" handle and put my hand on my stomach, afraid that the embryo would be knocked out or something. I know that's ridiculous, but it was an honest fear. So much so that I'd get upset at Danny for not being gentle enough over the bumps! So anyway, all that to say that it's really a test of faith - for me at least. I know that my trust in God is nowhere near where it should be...for some reason that has just kind of been torn down in the past year or so. And so it's a new lesson to rest in the fact and believe that He loves this child more than Danny or I can or will ever be able to. Right now I just find it amazing that during this time that our baby is growing and developing in my womb, our Savior is not only shaping and molding this beautiful creation, but before it ever cries or smiles or crawls or takes it's first step, our Creator is rocking and cradling His beloved, singing over the growing child, and delighting in the "new addition to His army" (as Danny always puts it ;p).
"For You created my inmost being; You knit me together in my mother's womb." (Psalm 139:13)
No, we are not going to find out the sex of the baby until d-day. Danny doesn't want any false "it's a boy"s or "it's a girl"s...It's kind of bummy because I'm itching to know - but again I don't want to go out thinking it's a boy and buy all this cute stuff and find out later that my girl's gonna have to be a little tomboy for a few years. :) Like I said, though, he swears up and down that it's a girl (even though he wants a little boy first). I used to be almost 100% positive it was a boy, but recently I've been having amazing dreams of holding our baby and each time it's a beautiful little girl (who smells so sweet by the way). So I don't know...God knows what He's doing.
Another thing about that. I've really become aware of how much God loves us even from the very beginning of our life. One of the hard things about being pregnant this early on is (I'm just gonna be transparent for a sec here) the huge fear that something's going to go wrong. This early on, the chance of miscarrying is greater and so it's difficult to give that up - to "let go and let God". Not being able to see the baby everyday to check up on him and not being able to feel him move around yet, or to hear the heart beating strong (except for when we visit the dr) - it all kind of makes you panic anytime you feel any abdominal discomfort or lower back pain, etc. The first week we found out that we were pregnant, I remember being so paralyzed by fear and anxiety that something was going to happen - anytime we'd go over a speed bump in the truck I'd grab onto the "oh-my-gosh" handle and put my hand on my stomach, afraid that the embryo would be knocked out or something. I know that's ridiculous, but it was an honest fear. So much so that I'd get upset at Danny for not being gentle enough over the bumps! So anyway, all that to say that it's really a test of faith - for me at least. I know that my trust in God is nowhere near where it should be...for some reason that has just kind of been torn down in the past year or so. And so it's a new lesson to rest in the fact and believe that He loves this child more than Danny or I can or will ever be able to. Right now I just find it amazing that during this time that our baby is growing and developing in my womb, our Savior is not only shaping and molding this beautiful creation, but before it ever cries or smiles or crawls or takes it's first step, our Creator is rocking and cradling His beloved, singing over the growing child, and delighting in the "new addition to His army" (as Danny always puts it ;p).
"For You created my inmost being; You knit me together in my mother's womb." (Psalm 139:13)
