A daughter
Yesterday we went along to our second scan, slightly ominously titled ‘The Anomaly Scan’. Thankfully, there were no anomalies. We got a good look at a fine, healthy baby who, as it turns out, is female. She has (amongst other things) a good, strong spine, a head, legs and arms, kidneys, a brain. Thankfully, she also has a heart which is beating steadily. The scan was unable to tell us whether or not she has a sense of humour, but I’m guessing she probably has.
I’m not sure if our daughter can hear us yet, but I’ve been talking to her anyway. Mostly gibberish. I’m trying to give her a chance to get used to me not making any sense. Abi probably finds this annoying as I mainly do it in the middle of the night, but she’s being quite gracious about it. I see it as a kind of therapy that I don’t have to pay for. I’ve been telling my daughter about all of my stresses and strifes. She’s a good listener. I hope she doesn’t feel put upon, but fortunately for me she isn’t old enough to tell me to shut up.
Supposedly, a girl develops all of the eggs that she will ever need prior to being born. So, Abi is not only carrying our daughter but also the egg which shall one day become our grandchild. This is a slightly unsettling thought.
