This morning started like any other. Stacey and I got up, had breakfast and some Green Magma and got the day started. We took it easy and hung out until our doctor's appointment at 10 am. We knew that this morning would be our first major ultrasound and were both anxious to get an idea how our child was faring. We showed up for our appointment and were pretty quickly ushered into the sonogram room. Before I could even gather my thoughts and wealth of emotions, I was presented with the following:
That's right. A real-time image of our baby right there on the flat screen. Nothing can prepare you for the first moment you see your child live and in action. Everything checked out fine. One head, two arms, two legs, ten fingers, ten toes, spinal cord, one heart, two kidneys, stomach, bladder, and a brain. At this point, great news. I feel a little guilty that when we were informed of the baby's current weight, 13 ounces, the first reference that popped into my head was the fact that my baby weighed about the same as a beer. I erased the guilt by reminding myself how much I love beer and that I probably loved the baby a bit more. That made me feel much better about being a Dad. Sometimes my logic amazes even me. Stacey handled it all like a champ as she normally does. I must admit I was a bit jealous of having someone rub warm jelly all over her tummy. It just seemed like it would feel kinda nice. Daddies need love too.
The realization that there is absolutely a little person growing inside my wife is mind-blowing. Today the full force of how much there is left to do hit me. I've really got to buckle down with school starting back up this week and help Stacey prepare for the arrival of Baby Boswell. Hopefully I'll be in better touch in the coming weeks. Thanks for reading and have an awesome day.
Take care,
Feb
By the way, we're not finding out the gender. Too little surprises left in life. May as well enjoy this one.
