Ummm

Been kind of quiet lately.  I haven’t really had much to say.  Pregnancy seems to be going well so far.  I have another ultrasound a week from today.  I’m hoping to get confirmation this is a girl.  I’m trying not to get to excited until I get it.  We have bought a couple of outfits, but I won’t feel comfortable taking the tags off or tossing the receipt for a while.  Will started a new job yesterday, and for his one whole day there he seems to like it.  The boys are doing well.  Billy is almost done with Kindergarten, and Alex desperately wants to join him.  I guess that’s it (and now you see why I haven’t been writing anything!)

borrowing trouble

Is it normal to feel a cloud of doom after a miscarriage?  No matter how well the testing is, or how well the ultrasounds go, I still feel like something horrible is going to happen.  I call it dead baby syndrome.  As in every time I have an appointment, I expect a dead baby.  Yea, cheerful I know.  I’m a regular ray of fing sunshine.  I’m guessing it doesn’t help that one of my Dr. is a regular chicken little.  After the last ultrasound, the tech was going on about how great the baby looked.  She had the doc come in and take a look because it looks like instead of my body absorbing the other twin, it is solidifying and possibly attaching to the baby’s sac.  (at least that’s what it looked like to me)  We asked the doctor if everything looked ok and he said it did, but then rushed to point out that a perfect ultrasound doesn’t mean everything is fine.  Well thank you mister optimism.  I really hope he isn’t the one to deliver me.  (One of three docs that rotate)  He’s also the one that wanted me to do a pap smear about 5 minutes after finding out I was having a miscarriage and wanted to do an amnio on this one.  (The other two docs didn’t feel it necessary, so I didn’t have it done.)  Well A. would like a sandwich so I better run.