My husband and I just got back from a two-hour appointment for genetic screening. It involved an ultrasound, which is always fun, but they make you drink lots of water, then spend 30-45 minutes pushing the wand thing into your bladder. Not so comfortable.
Apparently I am carrying, not a baby as I once thought, but a frog or perhaps a Mexican jumping bean. Miss Mary the Ultrasound Tech said that the nervous system isn't fully developed yet, which causes the fetus to jump all over the place (hence the 30-45 minutes of getting just the right shot for the screening test). Imagine getting hiccups in outer space. It was rather amusing.
My husband is really ready to start telling the whole world we're pregnant, but I convinced him to give me one more week of relative privacy. After a week of being sick, I'm really behind in non-pregnancy-related Real Life. The last thing I want is to be fielding phone calls from relatives of his that I barely know.
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