Just seven days until I get to see you.
The thought sends shivers down my spine.
I originally scheduled this Ultrasound back on June 11th – just two short weeks after I knew I was going to have you… and now that date has come.
The three months have flown by.
I’ve tried to mentally communicate with you, I’ve tried to encourage you to punch and kick so that I know for sure you’re in there … but still your movements are weak. I think I’ve felt you several times, but I cannot be sure.
As you get bigger and stronger, I’ll feel you more … however in the meantime, I can’t help but fear that I’ve once again been psychosomatic, and therefore that you’re only a figment of my imagination.
So far, this non-interventative, non-invaisive pregnancy has progressed without a glitch. Yet, I can’t help but feel slightly ‘jealous’ of these conventional mothers-to-be, who by now would have heard the heartbeat and would have received numerous doctor confirmations that all was well…
… but for me, doing this all ‘on my own’, in the way I believe nature intented, has been of utmost importance.
Do I worry about your wellbeing?
Very much so.
However, I keep telling myself, “what will be, will be”.