Zuul and I just had our second Dr's appt last week, and believe it or not, the little thing is still in there! I know this probably doesn't sound amazing or impressive to you, but I seriously sometimes look down at my stomach and wonder... Is it still there? I shouldn't be surprised, because I'm still sick and exhausted, though less of the time, and though there was a pooch there before, it's definitely a grande pooch now. But still... I can't feel it in there. So how do you REALLY know?
Well, you slather on some blue goo and go hunting for it's heartbeat. I have to say there was a mess of percussion going on in there on Friday. I must have had a suspicious look on my face, 'cause the nice nurse practitioner lady said, "Don't worry, one of those heartbeats is yours."
On the drive home I had a little freakout. Who's in there?!! There's a person in there that's going to like some stuff and not others. Someone who's going to like bands that I've never heard of and know how to do things that I say are too hard for me because I'm too old to learn new technology. WHO ON EARTH IS IN THERE?!
I'm fine now. But I did have a nightmare about scary baby hands and feet grabbing me under the blankets... I woke Senor up with a wail of fear.
Don't worry, we are going to be great parents.