The first picture of L.
We were still in disbelief that this was happening to be honest. It felt a bit surreal, there was no outward sign of this most momentous yet everyday of things. We had told our parents and siblings and a few friends but no one else knew. I was feeling a bit sick and had gone off and on to some foods.
We were waiting really to get some proof, more proof than the 10 pregnancy tests could give us. Something that would help us believe this was really happening.
And here Pip was. Waving and bobbing about. Next to the pockets of gas the scan man also found! It was in an ordinary scan room that witnessed countless scans with both the europium and the sadness that these events come with in near equal measure. And yet for us that room was far from ordinary. It was the room in which we first saw our baby.
L was only 9 weeks in this scan. 9 short tiny weeks in which our baby was growing at a rapid rate. Tiny arm and leg buds, an overly large head and a tail. Pip.
During the scan it felt real for the first time. The probe was on my abdomen, the baby was moving, had a heart beat, was growing. Wow. It was happening to us and we were on cloud nine.
We left feeling incredibly blessed. We were so lucky to be in this place, so lucky to be pregnant and healthy and just so darn happy.
I did leave me questioning, is it even possible to be so lucky and happy? When would we see the flip of the coin?