The 12-week ultrasound looked good. That's right, folks, after what feels like forever, I am excited to say that we're going to have a baby. On Monday we saw the major organs (along with hands and fingers, which I am still reliving) and the baby in general looked more baby-like and less like E.T. We are delighted, and I'm officially allowing myself to get excited. I have held myself back from buying baby-related stuff, but it's time for me to get a few things to coo over and look forward to. I'm feeling better and able to eat more as well -- thank you, Lord, it was about time. For my other friends with babies out there: now we are really going to be able to entertain ourselves with swapping weird pregnancy stories. I can't wait.
I'm still waiting for my job contract, but I think they more or less know that I'm pregnant and I think they'll be okay with it. I'm trying to change gynecologists for reasons I'll keep to myself right now, but will probably need to blog about soon just because of the catharsis involved. To put it politely, I had a somewhat stressful first trimester because of her and I. Am. So. Through. With. That. I am fine, the baby is fine, and I know we can't predict the future, but still for my sanity I think she could have been a little warmer.
I've got a little bump that is getting bigger, which is both exciting and downright scary. The thing that apparently gives it away is the fact that I have cleavage for the first time in my life that doesn't require the use of both duct tape and a Wonderbra. I'd buy a slinky black dress but know I'd just grow right out of it.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Posted by Pardon My French at 9:06 AM