mercurial scribe

12:45 pm PST.

In just one hour and fifteen minutes Husband and I should be in the doctor’s office for our first ultrasound! I’m at 18 1/2 weeks today, which means all of Baby’s privates are developed and can been seen… so we’re hoping Squishy will cooperate and let us see “the goods” to determine boy or girl. However, knowing that this is my kid, I wouldn’t be surprised if Squishy just moons us instead!

I have not counted down the days like this since I was a kid waiting for Disneyland or Christmas. It’s insane. I feel Squishy more and more often now and the movement is getting more discernible from the other internal, more gastro-intestinal related movements. However, I’ll suddenly get paranoid, thinking that maybe it is just gas I’m feeling and something is wrong with the baby. [ Insert instant panic here. ] I’m usually good at talking myself out of this insta-worry, but seeing that my kid is safely inside perfecting his/her somersaults and crying face will make me feel a LOT better.

All I know is post 4 o’clock (usually that’s how long my appointments take due to the unbearable wait time) we’re going to have a lot of phone calls to make…

So what do you think? Boy or girl? Conjecture away…

Continue reading this mini-saga over at Part 2.