Its a very special feeling knowing that something so tiny (try thinking of a grain of white rice) already has a heart that beats. Nothing can describe the emotion that suddenly hits you as you see that not only are you really, truly having a much wanted baby after all those months of trying, but to actually SEE that tiny little dot and know that it has a life. It IS life. And your life as you know it is going to change, ready or not. That feeling is enough to make a grown man fight a tear as he watches the little tiny dot flicking on the screen and realise that his childs heart, tiny as it is, pumping blood through the tiny little being that is half of him, and half of you.
And honey, if you were finding it hard not to cry then, you just wait for the next one at 12 weeks, by then our little grain of rice will be much bigger, and have hands, fingers, legs, toes... not to mention eyes, ears, mouth and tongue... it will look like a real baby, albeit rather alien-like.
This little Turtle is already feeling the need to dictate anything I eat, as well as when I can eat. Luckily I have 2 foolproof items on the menu... the first which also worked against the Son 5 1/2 years ago, is peanut butter, cheese and gherkin slice sandwiches, the other is plain cooked 2 min noodles, tossed in with a cup of tomato soup made with only 1/3 the required hot water... add italian herbs and little Turtle is in noodle heaven! Unfortunately anything eaten before 5pm that doesnt include the above items in the correct combo is fair game to this little so-and-so...
Much as we love the said so-and-so... food is very important. And not to be given up without a fight. Even if I am fighting food, with more food. I WILL win... when am allowed to.
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