At work, my partner and I talked for quite a while about how small I look for how far along I am in my pregnancy. Then I went to my doctor, who felt my stomach and told me that I actually felt more like I was 20 weeks along than 17, which was the last thing I expected to hear.
“Do you mean I feel like I’m more like 17 or 18 weeks rather than 16 or 17?” I asked.
“I mean you feel like you are 20 weeks.”
And then she said, “Let’s see if we hear a second heartbeat.”
For a split second we thought we heard it. We stopped breathing. But it was just that one baby, just that one heart from a different angle. And it was good and strong, and I was alight with the sound of that heartbeat the rest of the day. I wish you could have heard it. There’s never been a heartbeat like it.
Twins aren’t an impossibility, but what’s much more likely is that this little one is a couple weeks older than we thought. In a few weeks we’ll find out for sure. The thought of being halfway through my pregnancy blows my mind. I wasn’t ready for that, yet! My pants aren’t even tight.
I told you this kid was full of surprises.
(I love that.)
Also, after reading one too many old wive’s tales, I am absolutely convinced this baby is a girl. I can’t decide if I would be most delighted to be proved right or proved wrong. But for now, I am convinced and have spent the greater part of the evening sifting through girl names (we are having a terrible time with girl names).
Be well, and pleasantly surprised as often as possible,