A couple of days ago, I had my visit at the OB gyn again. Since the start of the second trimester, I’m expected to make this visit once every three months. My doctor congratulated me because according to him, i am halfway through this pregnancy.
I can’t help but feel nostalgic and remember the first time I saw my baby in the ultrasound. It was just a tiny bit of a blob at six weeks. And according to my husband, it looked like a blackhole. 🙂
At 12 weeks it looked like a ninja turtle. At 17 weeks, we found out we’re having a baby girl. And now at 20 weeks, it’s about 7 inches tall. And when we looked at her in the écographie screen, she was looking straight at us, and appeared to be absorbed in deep thought, which kinda reminded me of Rodin’s Le Penseur. She’s so well-formed and proportioned, even the doctor thinks she’s a really pretty baby… at 20 weeks!
Recently, I can feel her movements in my belly. And she kicks so hard. It feels as if she’s practicing martial arts or something, sometimes.
I just couldn’t believe how difficult i am finding it to NOT be a proud mom-to-be.