Happiness is a heartbeat!
Today was a magical day for me as I got to hear the baby’s heartbeat for the first time; on Monday this week, I turned 17 weeks pregnant, and today, I had one of my appointments with the Midwife. I took Little Bean along with me, who, as usual, amused me greatly. Firstly, she wanted her blood pressure checked (because she wants to do everything that Mummy does), and then after the Midwife had a feel of my tummy, she promptly climbed up onto the bed and pulled her top up so that MW could have a feel of her tummy too.
I began feeling flutters from the baby about 3-4 weeks ago, but only now and then. Typically, because I’ve been consciously checking for the flutters, I haven’t felt them for the past week, so I was starting to get very nervous about attending my appointment today. I even had a dream last night that the MW couldn’t find the heartbeat – so my smile broke my face today when the heartbeat was heard good and strong. Little Bean put her finger to her ear (as she always does when she hears a strange noise) and said, “Oh, noise!”. The MW told her it was the baby in Mummy’s tummy, and Little Bean looked at her as if to say, “Yes, I do know – duh!”.
We returned home after the appointment and went out in the garden to play football (handball to Little Bean!), but I tired very quickly and so went to sit down on the bench to enjoy the sunshine and watch my gorgeous girl playing in her Wendy house and on her slide. As I sat there in my sun trap baking, I think the baby decided it was a little too warm for them as I started to feel the kicks good and proper. I had almost forgotten what an amazing feeling that is, and now I can’t wait for the movements to start in earnest.