20 weeks

Can you believe it? Time passes, as usual, and I'm still amazed by it. You think I'd get used to it by now, but each week, I'm like, "WOW! I made it another week!" Pinch me, I made it half-way!

A first this weekend - I was asked by a stranger (the cashier at the grocery store) when I was due. So I must be beyond the beer-gut phase, and into the oh-no-she's-not-fat-she's-pregnant phase. Which is a nicer place to be. Granted, I was wearing a tighter, non-maternity shirt, so my belly was more prominent, but still. Not mistaken for fat, no, it's a baby in there. That's good.

Critter is still moving around in there, but at more random times. It seemed like last week we were getting on a routine, but now it seems more random. Who knows, but as long as I keep feeling movement, it is ok by me.

And I am beside myself with anticipation for tomorrow's Level II u/s. I CANNOT WAIT!! I think the waiting gets harder as it gets closer, I can't tell myself now to calm down because I still have 2 more weeks. It's TOMORROW! It is like I've been jonesing for some u/s love. My u/s addiction needs to be fed!

I'm sort of nervous too, nervous they will see something bad. That happened to my SIL, ugh, and it scares me. But I'm trying to stay positive, trying real hard. Belly is big, so it means the critter's growing, right? And he's kicking a lot, so he must be ok, right? Damn, I hope so.

And we'll find out if my maternal intuition is correct - if the critter is indeed a boy. We'll know tomorrow. TOMORROW! Ack! So soon, so far!!!

Breathe, Pie, breathe. Whew, ok. Tomorrow. Fingers crossed.