Yesterday was a little bit nicer. We had our first visit to the OB-GYN...a "pregnancy confirmation". Everyone was kind...Colin was the only male in a sea-gaggle of women and got busted on for it. The sonogram lady did her duty and we got to see the little Fletch, which, as both Colin and our techinician described it, was a blob with a one hundred and forty beat per minute heart. It doesn't have a butt yet. Endearing.
After the fun stuff we met with Dr. for a brief minute. I think he mentioned those little bracelets for pukiness and told me I could drink any kind of herbal tea. Honestly, just let me read What to Expect on my couch and give birth in the bathtub at this point. At least we got out of there with a picture of our smoke ring blowing demon blob. And shared a salad at the Local. They made it into a teahouse just for pregnant bitchy me. Who knew?
I go back on December 9th for a "new OB" appointment and the 19th for some more cuddly bladder-bursting ultrasound stuff. There's some excitement on Colin's side, but as you can tell from the tone of my word, I'm still on the cautious pissy side of the fence.
I do have cravings. They include but are not limited to: anything with marinara and cheese, hot chocolate pudding, potato chips, lettuce, twizzlers, mushrooms and popcorn from the movie theatre with loads of fake butter. Which is lucky...because I will be heading there at 10a.m. for Breaking Dawn with RSM.
No I'm not going upstairs and taking a picture of my stomach... Sorry. It's like the same anyway.
Maybe after Friends Thanksgiving?
tee-hee!!
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