We went in for an ultrasound today. The midwife wanted to get a better idea of how far along I was, because I apparently look like the shifty sort who enjoys lying about her last menstrual period. After spending an interesting hour in the waiting room trying not to barf on my lap, we went in. Pants were taken off, goo was applied (hey, this is sounding remarkably like my freshman year of college…), and we saw what looked like a little peanut with – what was that? That little flickering thing? Hey, is that…?
…a heartbeat. Officially better than pickles.
You’re pretty fucking awesome, little peanut. Even if you come out looking like this. Actually, you’re even MORE awesome if you come out wearing a monocle and spats. I mean – SPATS! It doesn’t get much cooler than that. Just leave that cane behind, would you? Ouch.
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