Until our next ultrasound. Yay! This was supposed to be our first one, but they didn’t take into account psychotic pregnant lady (aka me) and her many freak outs. Even though I literally just had an u/s a week ago and saw that little heartbeat, I am a nervous wreck for the next one. That is crazy, I know, but I am so emotionally invested in this baby, already. I love him so much and just want him to be healthy and safe.
For a slight departure from that worry-fest, and a little humor, DH and I were laying on the couch the other night, and my shirt kept rolling up. DH joked about my “fat” (also known as mega bloat) and I told him how gross it was and gave it a good pinch to illustrate the magnitude of the spare tire. His face went white and sick looking and he yelled “You’re crushing him! Stop it! You’re crushing him!” I couldn’t help laughing as I explained to DH that our baby does not reside in my fat layer, but several inches below the surface in my uterus. Bwa ha ha. Crazy guy.