Let's Take a Journey Into My Uterus and Emotions - Doesn't that Sound Lovely?

Ah, ultrasound pictures... sometimes beautiful and other times just freaky weird. I'll be honest, when people show me their ultrasounds, I have to pretend that I see a baby, so if you don't see one there, that's totally fine. If you're still trying to see a baby, the white blob you're looking at in the very middle of the picture is his lips and nose. His hands are covering his eyes, hence the weird distortion above. And that's about pretty much all there is to see.

I mentioned briefly in a post about this sweet little nugget and some of the challenges we have had with (a) making him and (b) growing him. As of yesterday, all of our concerns are resolved! He no longer has a cyst on his brain, he is back on track growth-wise, and he is kicking like crazy whenever I sit down. 

We have been so blessed this pregnancy. I honestly could not be more grateful with the results of the ultrasound. It was a very anxious month waiting to hear if my little baby boy would be born with severe complications and the possibilities of needing an emergency c-section or having a stillbirth. I have felt overwhelming comfort and peace the entire month, but there were times where the anxiety would come crashing in and become unbearable. Yesterday as the ultrasound started, I am pretty sure my heartbeat was thumping faster than if I had just ran a triathlon. 

I was super sweaty and restless lying down on the examining bed waiting for the ultrasound tech to show me the brain. She was very sweet and showed me his spine first and showed me his little feet and hands. The entire time all I could think about was: "Just show me the brain!"

When she did the scan of the brain, she took a lot of pictures and was incredibly quiet. I scanned that mass of black and grey blobs trying to find a large black bubble that had appeared last time and with every swipe of the brain that she did, nothing. I'm pretty sure my fingers and toes were curled in anticipation. Finally, I saw her type onto the computer "cyst - resolved" and I about burst into tears. 

Every time I think about it, I get weepy. I would blame the pregnancy and hormones, but I am also so overcome with gratitude and wonder at the many miracles we have experienced. I am incredibly thankful for those that have been thinking about me and those that have given me an extra squeeze this month without even thinking about it. One lady that I work with squeezed my shoulder one day at lunch and gave me the most sincere smile and it made me melt. 

I can't wait for this sweet little boy to come. I am so grateful for the peaceful month that I have had and for the love we've been shown. Only 106 more days until baby, but who's counting?