An anniversary of sorts

Today it has been a year since I first saw Felix.

Well, of course I did not actually see Felix back when I went to my gyn, one year ago. What I saw was a sexless, ten-week-old embryo, a bubbly little figure that with some imagination was recogniseable as budding human, and grew to be, eventually, Felix.
But at any rate, one year ago I learned that our efforts to produce offspring had been successful! I'd been suspecting it, and had used one of those pregnancy test kits which had indeed yielded a positive result, but I didn't dare to believe it before a specialist had confirmed it. (You'll sometimes hear people say that all these ultrasounds ruin what should be a time of Great Hope And Expectation (TM), but honestly? Before you feel the quickening and your belly starts to grow, you live in constant panic that you're not pregnant after all, or that the baby isn't growing where it should, or that maybe you accidentally killed it because you ran to catch that bus or lifted something heavy. Great Hope my ass, it's more like Great Fear. During the first months ultrasound is just a damn relief, and afterwards it's just plain fun to see the little creature grow and develop facial features etc. Or that's how it was for me, anyway.)

I should be writing a whole long entry on how much Felix has grown again, or post a celebratory picspam, but today I spent all day putting together a photo book (with, of course, baby pictures) as a Christmas present so I'm tired of staring at the screen. I'll make amends on the weekend. I just didn't want to let the anniversary pass unmentioned! ^^

How much has happened in that year - not just baby-wise...

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Speaking of anniversaries and unmentioned:
Alles Liebe nachträglich zum Geburtstag, rahja!
Ich hoffe, du hast eine Verschnaufpause zum Feiern gefunden. *knuddel*