As those of you know who have been following along on this adventure we've had some less than desirable doctor visits - we have especially learned to loath the ultrasound. So you can imagine how bummed we were to learn we had to go back for ANOTHER ultrasound just to ensure everything with baby's brain was developing on schedule. We were really unsure if we wanted to go through it all again but with prompting from our geneticist and doctor we finally caved and went in last week. After goin "belly up" on the table one last time we got to hear those magic little words "your baby looks perfect." PERFECT! I would have taken average, normal, fine, okay...but the doctor chose to use the words perfect, and I have chosen to hold onto that little morsel all week long. Perhaps ultrasounds aren't so bad after all :-)
Physically I've been pretty lucky throughout the pregnancy, (minus the whole wedding fainting fiasco), but as we head into the final weeks I have to admit things are getting a bit more uncomfortable. Once we were done holding our breath through the ultrasound it was nice to make sense of some of the kicks, bumps and fist pumps - apparently what is lodged into my left ribs would be two adorable little feet with ten little toes. My right ribs? The babies bum. And resting nice and heavy on my bladder would be the babies head - which has proven to be a bit of an issue since Bebe Fish has had two cases of the hiccups this week fooling me into false emergency bathroom runs. Ahh the glamorous side of pregnancy!
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