Thirty-Three

I went to my OB-GYN this morning, and while the doctor has been saying that the baby is already head-down for the past month, today she decided to do an ultrasound just for kicks – I mean, just to confirm. OMG! First I got to see the top of Fetal Blah’s gigantic, enormous head, which I am pleased to note I will not have to push out through my nether regions, and then Dr. B. said, “Let’s see if she’ll show us her face.”

And all of a sudden, there she was! Dr. B. zoomed in on the computer to get a close-up and took a picture. Fetal Blah is a chubby little thing and she likes to wave her fists around by her face. Once we got a good look, Fetal Blah put her hands up to cover part of her face as if to say, “Enough, enough with the paparazzi!” Dr. B. gave me the picture and you can actually see (in a grainy kind of way) individual fingers. When I showed the picture to people at work, my boss said, “She looks just like Sweet Dub.”

“Yes, especially the big giant head,” I said.

Can I just tell you that right before the ultrasound, I was in the bathroom, providing my urine sample, and somehow because my balance is off, I ended up spilling half of the cup on the floor? I have to be one of the most uncoordinated people ever.

Thankfully, I have not yet (YET!) pulled an Amalah and peed my pants during this pregnancy. (Please, please click on the link because it is one of those horrifically embarrassing stories to which you can totally relate but which you are also so very thankful didn’t happen to you and yet you can’t stop reading as the horror builds.) Thank heaven for small mercies.

Can I also just tell you that one of my co-workers said to me today, “I just realized that thanks to you I’ve started saying, ‘Can I just tell you…’ and that I heard [Other Co-Worker] do it as well? Aw, we’re going to miss you!”

Yup, that is what I’m leaving these folks with. It was a proud moment.

And today I scheduled my C-section for October 28th and also put down a deposit for a tubal ligation to happen at the same time. Yeah, this will be our last little Blah. I am less wigged out about it than I expected to be. Actually, it will kind of be a relief. Now Sweet Dub and I can get our freak on* without any unexpected repercussions.

*Yeah, I know, how freaky can we get with a newborn around. I dare to dream, my friends.