I bought stuff yesterday. Diapers, diaper rash cream, breast pads, nipple cream, the works. It felt weird to do it. It felt simultaneously uncomfortable and exhilarating buying these things for my baby; like WOW is this really happening? And soon?
While I was perusing the baby aisle a lady stopped me and said, "So, not long now, eh? [Don't laugh at the "eh", I'm Canadian!] Are you excited? Babies are such a miracle." She went on about how she misses having babies (she was an older lady) and how she loved being pregnant. I told her that I was excited and thrilled beyond words. As she walked away, she looked at me and said, "I truly wish you all the very best of luck." It was a nice exchange. I thanked her for her kind words.
I'm still feeling a bit of anxiety about tomorrow's ultrasound. I don't know why, really. I guess these appointments just make me nervous in general. It will be good to see just exactly how big she is and if she is head-up or head-down. I honestly can't tell what position she is in. I feel movement high up under my ribs and low, like around my belly button. D is coming with me to the ultrasound and I'm thankful for that. I like to think he's our lucky charm.
I'll post with an update tomorrow after the ultrasound. Please keep a good thought for us for tomorrow at 2pm PST. Heartfelt thanks, everyone.
And as a show of gratitude for these well-wishes, I leave you with this lovely self-shot image, which no doubt will haunt your nightmares for at least a week:
Note that my once abyss-deep belly button is now completely flat and has indeed grown a smaller belly button inside. I think it's just mere days away from transforming into a true blue outie. (Side note: I wonder if it will make a popping sound when that happens?)