
Kinda intense what technology can do now. The sides are cropped away so we can see his face thus a void. Looks like a clay baby sculpture. But still, I cried. The closest I will get to seeing his chubby cheeks till June. Kelly and I were arguing about who got to keep the picture at work. So they printed two.
He is 3 1/4 lbs (estimated of course) and in a massive amount of fluid. At this rate of growth he could easily be 9-10 lbs!!! And we have a chance of an early baby. As long as he isn't too early and he is healthy I don't care when he gets here. :) And Tiff may be happier not having to share her birthday after all.
I am overjoyed to have a new Doctor that we adore. And every person in his office is great. Considering I entered that appointment crying and sobbing like a crazy person because we got lost at the hospital and I was already worked up and nervous about the term Genetic Specialist. I was a mess and the girls there just ushered me into our room and even brought me juice! Now that is customer service. I felt like such an idiot for crying and carrying on. My least favorite thing to do is cry. I try very hard to keep it together, and even through pregnancy hormones I have managed to be pretty level with emotional meltdowns. So to bawl in front of a packed waiting room and blubber an apology for being late as I tried to check in was mortifying. Good thing everything after that was smooth sailing and wonderful people. They acted like it happens all the time. Which is a very good point. It does. Just what us first timers need to remember. We are Rookies, but this happens all the time.
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