Glow worm.

And there we were.

Nervously holding hands. Excited like kids at Christmas. Taking pictures, the first of many (ok, thousands) that will tell our baby’s story.

In comes our ob-gyn. Freezing cold gel on my tummy. Ultrasound probe pressed and circling. Black and grey screen, searching, searching.

Until we saw it. Life!

The smallest silhouette. The rapid rhythm of a tiny heart, glowing on every beat. And a nickname, already brewing.

Our little glow worm.

Did anyone else have that glow worm toy as a child? With the face that lit up? That’s exactly where my mind went when I saw the ultrasound.

And with that, life changed. For real.

I mean, we went and purchased a crib that very day for fuck’s sake. A crib, might I add, thats never been used! 

Anyway. Scan’s done. Now what? I was completely lost. When’s the next appointment? I’m pregnant. Surely I must be checked and probed every couple of weeks?

And that’s when I realised. I knew absolutely nothing. Relying heavily on the system. Already feeling way more vulnerable than I was comfortable with.

I’m the type of person that will research and investigate every last detail on a test result or major choice I have to make. And staring at us was this massive list, a package of sorts, that we had to choose from.

Different scans, tests and assessments.

Things designed to give us peace of mind.

Or stress us out?

I’m not gonna lie. I would count the sleeps until my next ultrasound. Absolutely yearning to see our baby and hear its heart beating.

Because if something so incredible took place in my body without me realising, how would I know if it was taken away?

Being pregnant schooled me to become more trusting, intuitive and appreciative of my mind, body, and its capabilities.

Talk soon x