Well, we had our Ultrasound Appointment this morning, and as far as I can tell you things are okay.

I can’t say a ton more than that, because I don’t know a ton more than that.

I drank all the water, and was doing okay until about 5 minutes before they called me in. It was at that point that I started to feel uncomfortably full. I have a HUGE bladder. I know this ’cause I been told that every time I’ve gone in for an ultrasound, and the techs are always surprised that I’m not writhing in pain, and crying while peeing myself. I guess they see a lot of uncomfortable women. I drink a ton of water all the time, and at the last ultrasound, the tech said that she thought that because I am adequately hydrated, that I probably didn’t need to drink the 32 oz of water that they recommend. She said that there are a lot of dehydrated people running around this world…..not that this really has anything to do with anything other than the fact that I have HUGE bladder, and you all really needed to know that, didn’t you?

So, The technician tried to take a few pictures, and that said my GINORMOUS bladder was distorting the pictures, and would I go to the bathroom. I did, and BOY! DID IT EVER FEEL GREAT! Before we got started again, he asked how many times I’d been pregnant. I told him 8, and thought about how sad that sounded, especially when his next question was, “How many living children?” I explained a little bit about our story, and off we went. So, he started to do his thing, and I laid there quietly. I was dying to ask if the baby was alive….I know that might sound goofy especially when we felt the little one kicking last night, but when you know that life can be as fragile as here one minute, and gone the next – you need the extra reassurance that things are still okay. You know that that doesn’t hold any promises out for the next minute, but for this minute, it’s enough!……..when he casually mentions that the heart rate is 167 beats per minute. YAH! Still going strong.

He kept going, although I sensed that he was frustrated or something. I asked if he was able to get all the measurements that he wanted or needed to get. He said that he was, but that the baby was not making it easy. Not that the baby was making it more difficult than it needed to be, but just that the baby was really making him work for each one. I have no idea if he was able to determine the sex, and won’t find out until after 20 weeks.

I have an appointment with Dr. Shone to discuss the results of the ultrasound next Friday March the 16th. I’ll only be 19 weeks at the point, and so I still won’t find out. I do hope that we are able to find out if the baby is a he or a she. We found out with Nathaniel, and it was no nice to be able to name him, and to start calling him by his name. We felt so much more bonded with him. So I do hope that he was able to determine whether or not it is a she or a he. We has said that we wanted pictures, even though they charge $10 cash for 4 pics, but the baby just wasn’t cooperating. It had it’s back to my stomach, and was cuddling my guts. We have one crappy picture of part of it’s head, it’s spine and stomach, butt and legs. It’s an almost full length profile shot. BUT no face……the baby just wasn’t working with us.

Saved us $10 though, ’cause the tech didn’t charge us for that one picture. I’ll have to scan it, and post it, but we have an overnight er with our church leadership tonight and tomorrow, and I have to go and pack myself, and the kids, and plan a meal, and make sure that I tidy the house a little, and I only have 2 hours to do all that in. See how much I love you. I didn’t want you to wonder what was up with me if I just didn’t post for the weekend, or to be scared that something went wrong. Every thing’s all good, and honestly, I didn’t pick up any really bad vibes from the tech, so……………I’m trusting and hoping that all’s good!

Have a great weekend, everyone!