We're moving right along

Today I got a surprise ultrasound because my doctor couldn't get a good read on the heartbeat just listening to it. It was moving around too much! I'm always thrilled to get a sneak peak look at what's going on inside of me. And my baby was just a twirling around. Sigh, I'm helplessly in love.

Mr Smith wasn't there because today was the physical visit. Don't we just love those? I hate them. But it ended with my child's cute little fingers so I was somehow okay with it and apparently everything is just dandy with the mother (me). I'm a lucky girl.

I think Mr Smith was just a little jealous. He still tries to listen to it when he can. One more month and we'll get the good ultrasound visit. We're moving right along.

However, because my doctor will be giving me my greatest joy (outside of marrying you my love), I should try and be less moody and impatient at my appointments. I just get all "I don't want to be here, can we wrap this up a little faster" attitude. I add stress because I told work I'd be back by now, when it really was okay to extend my lunch. She's nice though, I'll give her that. I'm excited she's not a man nurse (the women who act and look manly - those scare me).

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