When the doctor told me they recommended an ultrasound at 32 weeks, my first thought was, “Do I have time for this?” My son’s preschool pick-up was soon, and the procedure wasn’t scheduled at my last appointment.
I decided if they were quick, I could still make it in time. Less than fifteen minutes later, I was watching the life I’d carried for the past seven months.
I looked at the tiny figure on the screen, amazed at how different her features were after just twelve weeks. She was almost ready to make her entrance into the world. I ignored the growing pressure on my bladder and enjoyed every inch of her.
The tech noticed my discomfort.
“Don’t worry hon. We’re almost done.”
“Oh, I’m fine,” I said, shifting my position slightly.
Take your time. This moment will never come again.
After a few minutes, she finished up and wiped the sticky gel off my belly. I held a series of snapshots she captured, grateful to have a keepsake of this time.
Time is all we have in this life, isn’t it? But pregnancy and life in general can cause us to be in a in a constant flux of slow down and hurry up. As I waddled through those last couple of months before giving birth, my thoughts went back and forth between these two extremes.
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