WOW!

Had the 20 week u/s yesterday and everything was perfect. There's actually a baby in there despite all evidence to the contrary.

I think I may be feeling some movement finally. You know when you buy fish from a pet store and they put them in the plastic bag and the fish start poking at the bag, that's what it feels like. I haven't experienced the butterfly flutters that everyone talks about, I have the bag of fish pokes. I'll take what I can get.

The one remarkable thing from the u/s was that the baby's head is measuring nearly a week ahead of everything else. I told the tech yesterday while pointing to husband that the baby's head is so big because he is its father. My husband has a pretty large melon. It should make labor quite interesting.

I will have a repeat u/s at the next visit because the tech couldn't fully visualize the spine. I'm not upset about that though. So I'm officially half way through and am starting to believe that this thing might happen.

I think I've reached the point where I'm starting to feel like I can breath again. Thanks for everyone who's still here and reading. I know I am an awful blogger and don't post nearly as often as I should. It's that survivor's guilt thing. I wish you could all be here with me so we could commiserate together. I don't want anyone to be left behind.