I am so blessed by my husband. He is such an incredible father to our boys. He won't go out with his friends until he's sure everything is taken care of at home first, and would never abandon me to put the kids to bed on my own unless he absolutely had no other choice. He's soft and gentle, and works harder than anyone I know. He's been burning the midnight oil on our basement renovations lately, but still remembers to play with our boys and include them in our daily life. Plus he's smokin' hot.
The world spins madly on here, and life feels as though it's back to normal again. The biggest thing happening lately is the basement, though we did get to pop in for another ultrasound to see baby again on Friday. It was a very strange ultrasound appointment, though. I've had my fair share of ultrasounds, and this time I feel like perhaps I got a new girl? Or something? She made me feel really uneasy, and kept tilting her head at the screen like she was seeing things that were surprising her. At a certain point she had me turn onto my side which I've never done for an ultrasound before, and she even called in another technician to "help her get a shot she was having trouble getting." which felt to me like what you say to someone when you don't want them to freak out but there's something horribly terribly wrong. That's just my worst-case-scenario mind talking. I kept asking her if there was anything I should be worried about, the the girl I usually get would have said something along the lines of "I'd need to talk to a doctor if I felt like there was anything out of the ordinary, but I'm not seeing anything you should be worried about at the moment." However, this particular girl said "I'm not a doctor, I can't say anything." What an off-putting statement. Oh, also she said "I wouldn't panic, though." Ummm... what?
When she finally turned the screen toward me (after a 45 minute long appointment!) everything looked the way it should. Ten fingers, ten toes, two arms and two legs. She showed me the heart and said it was good and strong, and the brain etc. I asked again if there was anything I should be worried about and she said, "You're seeing the same thing I see, so your doctor will have your results in a week or so." At this point my anxiety was completely maxed out and I just had to shake it off or go crazy. I'd gone into the appointment so excited to peek at Babe again but instead felt all shaky and unsettled in the end. I hate when things turn out like that.
Everything is probably fine though, and she probably just had a horrible bedside manner and atrocious imaging skills. That's what I've got my money on, anyway, as worrying will get me nowhere. In the meantime I'm keeping busy dreaming up the decor for the new rec room. I've already picked up a new area rug and some curtains (white - big surprise!) as well as the bedding for the built-in bunk beds. We're so close to being finished and I absolutely can't wait to have an entirely new space to spend time in (or send the children to when I need them out of my hair!)
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