Have you guessed it?
There's a miracle growing inside me. *jumps for joy and does victory dance*
In Sweden, the midwives only perform an ultrasound for you once in the entire pregnancy unless you have special reasons.
I guess after the last unfortunate miscarriage we had last year, it sufficed to request for an ultrasound at 8 weeks.
You know, the hubby and I didn't really want to hold our hopes too high because the last five times we went through an ultrasound, all we saw was a black, empty, gloomy sac.
This time round, when the doctor first entered the probe, I didn't even dare to breathe.
For a split second, all we saw was darkness again. Our hearts sank a little but none of us dared to speak.
Then he turned the probe and looked around.
And lo and behold, we saw a little bean with her tiny heart beating away.
I can't tell you how much joy and relief I felt in my heart at that moment. All I wanted to do was to laugh and cry at the same time.
We were not really expecting this baby because well, here's a little maths for you to go figure.
My menstrual cycle was kinda screwed up after my D&C operation and my usual 29-day cycle now became more than 35 days apart.
So in April, which was just before the end of my 6-month no-unprotected-sex-no-pregnancy ban due to the molar cells, the hubby was going away for sailing and we thought heck, let's just try once since it's been so long since there was any action in our bed, other than Angel performing her 360-degrees turn in her sleep. That day, was merely 12 days after my last menses and given a near 40-day cycle, I was certain that it wasn't during my ovulation period.
Turned out we struck the lottery. With just one ticket.
I guess, you never know where life's gonna take you.
We kept it really low profile because we wanted to take things easy, one step at a time. It was pretty amazing that no one had guessed even after I entered my second trimester.
What? So how many weeks am I along now?
20. Twenty. Yes. I'm halfway there. =)
It felt so surreal at first. But now as I feel my growing bump and my little one has started showing me her karate moves (yes, it's most probably a baby girl), I realize it's not surreal.
It's so REAL.
And yes, we are all very thrilled. Even Angel who has started calling my tummy her 'meimei', planting kisses on it every day and even tried to feed it with a piece of fried chicken.
More than that, I am deeply grateful too. For the chance to cradle another newborn, to change diapers 10 times a day, to wake up 4 times every middle of the night, to breastfeed with sore, bleeding nipples, to smell my stinky, unwashed hair for weeks, to waddle like a penguin every time I try to walk. Yes, I am so looking forward to all of that and so much more.
I'm going to be a mum, again.
