So, we had our first ultrasound Monday. Whenever I've heard of an ultrasound, they rub some stuff on your stomach and use their little machine to look for things.
Well, they did the other kind of ultrasound (ladies, you know what I'm talking about).
Why am I constantly being surprised with these types of exams? Guess this one was really my fault, they said ultrasound and I just assumed...
Sure enough the little leg stirrups popped out of this table too...like magic! Anyhow I guess I better get used to stuff like that. Doesn't make it any more pleasant though!
At least Jimmy was with me this time so I didn't feel quite so violated. But I couldn't believe what we saw! Little legs, little arms, big head (well big compared to the other parts!). It was like a real little person in there!
Ok so it really looked like a 1 inch peanut with limbs but still. I had no idea we'd be able to see all that stuff. It really hit me when I saw a little heart beat...it's crazy! The Dr. said I should be feeling much better around week 11. I really hope this is one of those times when the Dr is right! At week 11 and 1 day if things are not good I’m calling him!
I can now add Rite Aid parking lot, Rite Aid flower bed and Rite Aid bathroom to my list of conquests…
On another topic the other night I had to stay late at work to help out this head honcho VIP person.
I left my office at 7:15 to start my trek home. I started to back my car out of the parking lot and it felt really strange. I pulled back into the spot and yep, there it was. A flat tire. Great!
I could only laugh at this point as I explored my options. Call AAA and have them put on my little 50/50 spare tire (which is basically a glorified bike tire).
Then drive home 45 miles on the freeway. Hmm... my only other option was to call Jimmy. So I chose option 2 and called my poor husband who drove all the way out to good old Montrose to get me. What a day!
So while I waited for Jimmy I decided to head to the Mexican restaurant next door and have a Margarita! Ok no I didn't. The whole Mormon pregnant thing kind of goes against Margaritas, but I did go to the Mexican restaurant to eat some dinner. It was yummy and all stayed down, so that in itself is a victory.
Luckily it was just a nail in my tire so we got it patched and now it's good as new. But I sure am glad to have a handy husband who came to my rescue and changed my tire like a pro!
Waiting for James to arrive!
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