I woke up this morning to my phone alerting me that I’ve reached my 15th week of pregnancy. Offically out of the first trimester and starting to feel a lot better, my mind is racing. Baby Center offers little milestone updates with every week and every few weeks there is a video that explains the development of your baby.
Every week Tim and I sit down with our coffee in the morning and I read him the weekly baby update. Today there was a video that covered weeks 15-20. It explained that in the coming weeks, our baby will double in size. He/She will become sensitive to light, the bones are starting to develop, and baby will start to hear my heartbeat and the sound of my voice. When the video got to that part, I started to cry.
The due date for my last pregnancy just passed on March 29th. And to be perfectly honest, I didn’t think about it at all that day. It was a Sunday and I was busy running errands and getting chores done and I didn’t even take a second to realize that I’d completely forgotten.
I don’t feel badly about it, mostly because I’m focusing on living in the moment and remaining focused on this pregnancy. Hearing today in that video that my little Darling is starting to hear my heart and the sound of my voice just triggered this instinct inside of me that I’ve never felt before. The urge to hold and cradle this little life was stronger than it’s ever been and I feel even more deeply in love than I imagined possible. I may explode when Little actually makes his/her appearance. I’m taking this all as a sign that everything happens for a reason and this pregnancy was the reason that my first didn’t work out. I’m not sure how that sounds, but I’m also not sure how else to put it.
I’ve already taken to singing/talking to the baby on a regular basis. When I’m at work and there is a quiet moment, I’ll gently rub my belly and either sing or hum whatever tune is circulating through my head at that moment. The first thing I do when I wake up is rub my belly and say good morning to the little bean, and throughout the day I talk to him/her. I even have a small, hand written journal that I write letters in. I plan on giving it to my child on their 16th birthday.
175 days until my due date. About 5 1/2 months. I can’t believe how quickly time is flying by already. Even still, I am so anxious to meet our Little. I’ve never felt more right about something in my entire life. And with my friends and family by my side to support me, this little miracle is going to have everything he/she needs for a happy, healthy life. I am so blessed. <3
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