So . . . has anyone noticed the progression shown on my little ticker at the bottom of this ol’ blog??? WHAT? You haven’t!?!?!? You mean — you are not anxiously looking at it each day, counting down till the moment when I reach 12 weeks? That all so important milestone hasn’t been on your mind every waking minute??????
Oh. It’s just me.
Hmmmmmm.
Well, then, let me share the good news.
(insert bloated, pregnant woman doing an awkward happy dance here)
Yesterday, the Little Lady, Hubby, and I went in for my 12 week appointment. Of course, like each appointment so far, I was incredibly nervous and prepared for bad news.
But, the only bad news given in that room was to the Little Lady, when her daddy told her that she could NOT play with the Bio-Hazard Trashcan. She was thoroughly heart-broken.
The baby is doing well, as shown on the grainy ultrasound, and it appears that I’m growing a little kick-boxer. Oooooooo — this is going to hurt in a few months! That baby was moving, kicking, and punching during the entire ultrasound. It was crazy how active that little thing was. Good grief!
Of course, my sister, upon hearing the details of the visit, groaned and said “Oh, no — you’re going to have another Asher.” Asher is my one year old nephew who, according to his mom, hasn’t stopped moving since conception.
You know what? I’ll take that scenario. I’ve waited too long for a dream (that seemed as though it would never happen) to be upset that my dream is a little hyper-active.
Besides, maybe the Little Lady and this Little One will just wear each other out and I’ll have two kids that sleep through night for the rest of their lives.
Right? Right? That’s what’s going to happen, right? Surely that’s not just wishful thinking on my part.
And, if it is — don’t tell me.
