Tomorrow is my Level 2 high-def ultrasound. I have the benefit of such ultrasound because I am a geriatric pregnant woman whose risk of all sorts of stuff is higher. Apparently, if you will be age 35 at the time of delivery, you are referred to as being of an "advanced maternal age," despite the fact that on the inside you do not feel like you are even mature enough to be having a baby in the first place. I do admit that this ultrasound is coming at a good time, because my mind is starting to spin a bit off kilter. Just as "they" tell you, your hormonal surge of the first trimester evens out and you begin to feel a heck of a lot better. More importantly, my 4pm obsession with getting a Taco Bell chalupa in my mouth asap has disappeared (and, yes, this urge - and subsequent action - occurred more than once).
So here's the dilemma: it's too early to feel any kicking or punching; my bump is not all that noticeable to anything other than the nekkid eye; and I feel tons better. All this has caused me to wonder if this little womb-critter has decided to wander off. What if it's not even in there anymore? I know it's crazy...I even re-read the last sentence to confirm that it sounds crazy. I am just hoping that the sheer fact of having this ultrasound scheduled has my brain on the cuckoo's nest. That is all.
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