I’m having a… take two, or four.
Just over two years ago, I posted this.
Yes. I was having the Terminator. Turned out to be Mae, but honestly, she really is pretty bad ass.
Today was my big anatomy scan. After waiting for just shy of 2 hours for my appointment, because we all know that Magee Women’s Hospital is on the bus line and that can only mean one thing…EVERYONE GOES THERE. So of course, your appointment is at 1:50, and you do the right thing and get there 15 minutes early like they ask you to, and then you go back for your scan at 3:30. Because that’s how they roll.
Oh, and of course, I teach at the gym at 5. But no big deal. I love driving through Oakland traffic with only 20 minutes to get to Harmar.
But I digress.
Baby was perfect, healthy and apparently would pee every time the ultrasound tech tried to get a good look at the bladder. Take that, the man.
Baby measured right on target, 19 weeks and 1 day.
Baby cooperated for the most part, however did give the ultrasound tech a swift kick on the probe making it feel like I had an electric shock.
This worries me slightly, because this baby is already not putting up with much crap.
You think you can bloody up Baby’s home? Psh. Baby’ll kick that SCH right on out. You think a giant bleed will kick Baby out of its home? Think again.
Baby is kind of kick ass.
Today my SCH measured at 5 cm on only one side, so it’s considerably smaller, but still present, and that’s fine. It’ll go away one day or another. I’m just so thankful Baby is still Baby and that Baby is doing everything it should, SCH be damned.
Team Baby. Right here. Fist bump.