After getting to know that I’m pregnant and in the time before the first ultrasound, my husband is anxious. The doctor has told us that we have to monitor the progress and that chances are the egg would nest in the wrong place. This and the fact that miscarriages are highest in the first trimester of pregnancy makes us both anxious. Also, this is a first time and we don’t know what will await us. But in comparison to Y, I do feel my body change and the most pessimistic outlook on what might happen during this very early stage of pregnancy can not change the fact that I just feel pregnant.
The 7th week of pregnancy is when Y and I go to the hospital to do the first ultrasound. We have gotten a positive pregnancy test two weeks earlier. When I get the prints of the ultrasound, Y and I look at them. For a lay person, this ultrasound doesn’t tell anything, but for Y and me, it is assurance enough: The egg has found the right spot.
When we are waiting at the bus stop a little later, Y starts to realise: “Oh my god, I’m going to be a father!” And while waiting for the bus, he’s singing, jumping around and laughing. I am laughing too, about his joy over the surprising fact that he is going to be a father.
Have you ever been in a similar situation? I’d love to read your stories.