Ultrasuspense

So tomorrow is the day we go for the ultrasound. This means we get assessment of any possibility of mental retardation or deformities, confirmation we’re not having twins (not really a concern, but the seal of approval is nice), potentially a sneak peak of gender, and--the real kicker--concrete evidence that we are in fact pregnant. This afternoon, I tried to convince Scott that I made the whole thing up. He had a lot of trouble coming up with concrete evidence to support his fantasy that I am in fact pregnant. Missed periods, crazy emotional meltdowns, minor tummy pooch, and tale of a heartbeat--all hearsay, and I doubt any of it would have held up in a court of law. Tomorrow’s appointment will give him the data he needs. I can’t wait!

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