This post was written over a week ago….
Nestled in his cosy home, he waits.
A hooded brown cloak covers his face and body, lightsaber in hand. It is not live.
The Force surrounds him with such intensity that it makes him strong.
As the days turn to weeks The Force continues to flow through him.
He holds the lightsaber tightly. Waiting.
7 weeks and then it begins. The lightsaber is activated and pulsing to the beat of his heart.
Lub dub. Lub dub. Lub dub. Lub dub. Lub dub. Lub dub. Lub dub. Lub dub
The Force is strong with this one.
Our Little Jedi.
This date will forever hold special meaning in my heart. Not only because it makes reference to the awesomeness that is STAR WARS but because that is the day The Wifey and I had our fourth embryo transfer.
A transfer that would produce a positive result.
When we told our ivf nurse that we were pregnant (we had peed on a stick before the official blood test would 100% confirm it) she said, “The force is strong with this one”. She had no idea that we already had a nickname for a little embryo….
As we waited those first agonising weeks for our Little Jedi to snuggle in and make himself comfortable in my womb, I would visualise a little Jedi with a brown cloak covering his body. His face was hidden by a hood and he was holding a lightsaber.
As our 7 week scan approached I would visualise the lightsaber lighting up and pulse as a result of his beating heart.
I would keep saying, “We are strong. The Force is strong with us. We will have a strong heartbeat.”
It became my mantra. Over and over I would repeat it, willing it to come true.
I’m not a religious person but I am an imaginative one. You have no idea how much this ridiculous visualisation helped me.
We are now 25 weeks strong and the Little Jedi and I are doing marvellously.
He is kicking up a storm or, as I like to imagine, practicing his lightsaber moves and Jedi mind tricks.
Oh, and if you haven’t figured it out already, our Little Jedi is a boy!