A heartbeat. A glorious, furious, tiny, fragile little heartbeat. We have reached 8 weeks (is it only 8 weeks?? I feel I've been pregnant for 8 months!) and our early scan showed a beautiful beating baby. I know it's still so early. I know we have a long way to go before I can breath a sigh of relief (about 18 years I suspect) but it's a start. A baby step. A baby heartbeat.
And while a little heartbeat wildly beats alongside mine, my other wild hearts continue to run riot amid my nausea fog. Today it was my make-up drawer. The sight of my Benefit liquid rouge spilt all over my bedroom, mixed madly with my mascara and nailvarnish would normally have me hitting the roof. But today, I sat on the floor, and laughed. A hearty, heartbeating laugh.
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I'm so glad to read this! As you say, it's a start! X
ReplyDeleteOh wonderful! that first scan is such an amazing moment, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteSo pleased for you hun, got everything crossed it all runs smoothly for you.
ReplyDeleteLaughter is still the best medicine - for everything:)
ReplyDeleteWonderful news x
ReplyDeletegreat news x I've left you a tag on mine, when you have time and the inclination!
ReplyDeleteyay! what wonderfully awesome news! my heart is full for you. :-)
ReplyDeleteI'm so very pleased for you. I was so sick too through my pregnancies - but am crazy enough to feel nostalgic for the fabulousness and excitement which hovers behind the terrible nausea throughout the 9 months. Lovely!!
ReplyDeletesuch GREAT news!!! And I feel like I can hear your hearty laughter from here.
ReplyDeleteI missed this post somehow, huge congratulatons, I am so pleased for you. xx
ReplyDeleteLove and prayers to your little heartbeat.
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