Seeing is believing

Words can not describe the overwhelming thrill of the moment I first saw my baby living inside of me. Up until today the only proof I had of the life growing in my belly were my very regular trips to the bathroom. It can be easy to feel disconnected from the reality behind the symptoms.
Not anymore.
My baby moved its feet. Only 9 weeks and 4 days according to ultrasound measurements and it was big enough to have feet. And to move them. It was the most impressive thing I ever saw anyone do. My husband was sitting behind my shoulders so I couldn't see his face (I suppose I could have had I been willing to take my eyes off of the monitor) but I think he may have shed one of the first tears since the day I met him almost four years ago. My husband just isn't a crier. I giggled and kept saying, "Babe! Look! Babe! Do you see?" and he just squeezed my hand.
Then the ultrasound tech turned on the audio and 174 galloping beats per minute flooded our little room. I overflowed. Big, warm tears rolled out of my eyes and, again, I laughed. It seems to be the only reaction to this magic that I can manage. But my laughter interrupted the sound of the heartbeat so I tried hard to control it this time. I could have listened to that sound all day. Justin said "Wow," just once, slowly and quietly, and squeezed my hand a little tighter. Truly the most awesome experience of my life.
Baby, I love you so much already. I can't wait to meet you.