This past Monday was my 29th Birthday. It was quite a big birthday not because of any special celebration or huge party, but because it was the last birthday being childless. Yes, I said it discreetly, but to be more straightforward, Mircea and I are having a baby!
Funny enough, I spent my birthday at the doctor’s office getting a shot in the rear end. But on a special note, I was able to see the baby’s heartbeat through an ultrasound. It had probably started beating two days or fewer before I went in. It was definitely a birthday gift to remember, and it was an emotional moment, which I had not felt up to that point.
I am seven weeks, one day and counting. I am very excited about this new little being, but that is only one of the many complex emotions that I have been feeling over the last few weeks. The truth is being pregnant has come with its share of worry and fear, and of course not to mention the coming and going of morning sickness. My body is definitely changing and I feel like I have been taken over by some alien. I have realized that I am no longer in control and the only way to gain control is by letting go and allowing the process to do what it needs to do.
My 28th year has truly been the most significant year of my life, marriage, Romania for a month, Mircea starting Graduate School, and now a bun baking in the oven. My hope is that I get through this first trimester with the baby intact and that by the second trimester I don’t have to be nauseous any more. The fist photo was taken somewhere around 4 and 1/2 weeks and the second photo was taken at 6 weeks and 2 days (my birthday). Not much to see, but it’s confirmed there is something in there.