...that I possess very little of right now. This post is partly an update, partly an apology. As my digestive system got angrier and my brain became less coherent this week, I became acutely aware that my patience is also wearing thin. Anything from too-long conversations to social activities to the food in the fridge has begun to piss me off. Nothing personal towards the pork chops, but I just don't want to deal with them. And God bless Matt for being my buffer! While my tolerance has been faltering; his has been thriving. So, thank you everyone for putting up with me... I'm keeping my eye on the prize of that blissful 2nd trimester that is only weeks away!!
On another note, I'm a bit sad to say that we won't get to see our little monster for another couple of months. I called the doctor's office today and inquired about my first ultrasound appointment. Unless something seems strange, our first view won't be until 18-20 weeks. How awful is it that I hope something seems peculiar next week so that I will be granted an ultrasound? I don't want anything to be wrong, per se... But I could really use some reassurance that it has 2 arms and 2 legs, rather than larms. (Thank you, dear for putting another horrifying birth defect in my head.)
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Sad you won't be able to see him/her for so long. I wish you could!
Oh no you won't have larms but 4 of each since twins do run in Matt's family right??? Just remember they aren't babies for too long the time does go by fast!!! Trust me on this. I keep looking at my kids and keep remebering when they were babies and that first time I got to hold them. Those are times that you will cherish for the rest of your life. That first actual smile and giggle at you and the eyes looking up at you and they know who you are. Keep your head up it will be over before too long. Your just climbing a hill to get to the top and view the magnificent view at the top!!!! Think of it that way!
I can't believe they don't do an ultrasound early! UGH!
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