Introducing....baby!

Cute as pie already. This is some kind of cross section picture so that's why it looks like there's a stump instead of a hand. I want more details though. I had a whole list of questions but the technician was tight-lipped. I haven't got a call from the midwives about any abnormalities though so all is well. I tried calling them today but they're closed! I didn't know that they were closed on Fridays. That was a bit annoying. Oh well, when I called on Tuesday the receptionist (who is terrific) said that if I hadn't received a call, that everything was normal. She also said to call back on Thursday if I wanted to talk to a midwife.

So, I'm taking a mental health day. Well, also a sick day because my throat was hurting all week. I actually went to the doctor on Monday after my ultrasound to have her check things out. She took a throat swab, however it appears that there is nothing bacterial. That means it's viral. Fortunately, I woke up after sleeping in this morning and my throat pain is gone! It is such a relief. Having that pain everytime I swallowed really was getting me down. I can understand how people with chronic pain can be so grumpy. You just want relief.

My 18 week ultrasound went well. That is, there were no abnormalities found. But the technician was not the greatest. He didn't make it really inspiring if you know what I mean. It was all very clinical and factual and he wasn't forthcoming with information. Finally, after 20 minutes of him quietly making measurements, I said, "We just want to know if everything's okay. We've had a couple of pregnancy losses." At that point he said, "Everything looks fine." He only gave us a 30 second peek at the baby (who was all curled up with a beautiful looking spine). And we left with 2 not-great ultrasound pics. I was happy that everything looked fine but I thought the experience could have been more special. Oh well, I need to count my blessings.

Malc and I told my mom about the pregnancy last weekend. She was happy for us but she brought up the whole crib thing, "Aren't you glad I ended up storing the crib for you?" Gad. Shut up! We don't care about the fucking crib. I was mad she brought that up. I was so upset about that conversation. Has she forgotten about that? Sometimes I wonder about her memory. I have this feeling that we're going to look at the crib and be like, no thanks! Geez. Anyways, I'm letting that go. It's not important. Not I need to tell my brother and sister and the people at work.

It's beautiful here today - sunny and cold. I think I might take a stroll after I write a few more report cards. Feeling pretty good today.