The big ultrasound is scheduled for this morning. We don't intend to discover whether we're having a daughter or a son until the moment the little one is delivered into our arms.
I think the only part of carrying this child that has given me nightmares or trouble is the ultrasound preparation. Before I was pregnant, I could easily go to the bathroom two or three times an hour. Now imagine a uterus pushed up against a bladder. Now imagine drinking one litre of water and being told you're not permitted to pee for at least two hours. Now imagine getting on a bus being driven down a bumpy, pot-holey, in-construction road. Now imagine sitting in the waiting room, legs crossed, feet bopping up and down, silently cursing the two receptionists are completely ignorant of your plight while they log into Facebook and speak loudly about who drank too much last night and "Oh my gawd! He did not!!"
Only 80 minutes left!
Saturday, May 30, 2009
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It truly is the worst isn't it!!
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