A Bun in the Oven, The Sequel

After a week long trip to Mesa, AZ for work I was glad to be home. G had grown like a weed & I missed normal life (& my own bed). Upon returning to work, S was curious to my "status." I told her I had until Tuesday for something to happen. If I didn't see anything, I would take a test at the end of the week. 

Just before lunch, I looked over at my calendar, where I had made note of the last visit. All of a sudden I was doing a double-take and counting the weeks. Low and behold, I was off a week... I was going on week 5 instead of 4. 

With a dear in headlights look in my eyes, I made an early departure for home to let out the giant mutt (with the tiniest bladder in the world). With my one remaining test, I hit the bathroom as soon as the pups were out the door. It didn't take more than a few second for this grade to be reported. It was pink. Very pink. Eep. 

As soon as I returned, the look on my face told the story. I had passed. S celebrated, I was in shock. Again.

That evening, when I told Hubby of my stellar performance, he was well, a boy  (despite the fact, that it was his idea to start with). We decided, that after last time we would wait to share the news until after my ultrasound. 

After a smirk and a quick eye diversion from F-in-Law one night at diner after I ordered my hamburger medium well, I had a hunch that someone had a big mouth. But of course, if I called him on it, and they didn't know I would be the big mouth. I decided to wait until later when we were alone but pregnancy brain prevailed and I forgot. 

When the day of the ultrasound finally arrived I was a wreck! I was soooooo nervous. Luckily, they move you in pretty fast to the ultrasound room once you've checked in and peed in the cup. I practiced my yogi breathing to keep from freaking out. Like last time, she took her time taking pictures here and there of I'm sure very important things. This time when we got to the main event it was definitely different. A much bigger peanut blob. I still didn't hear the heartbeat, but they can apparently measure it with their giant wand and everything was a-OK! Bigger relief could not be felt. The tech printed out our pictures & we were on our way to the lobby to wait for the nurse. 

I couldn't stop staring. It was there, it was real, it was healthy. Phew. 

Now we could finally tell our parents, Oh wait... his already new. Blabbermouth. 

With pictures in hand we spread the good news to family and friends.