So on Tuesday I had an ultrasound, which of course was so much fun, but man-oh-man did it make my stomach hurt. Actually it wasn't just any old ultrasound, it was the one where they take measurements in order to test for down syndrome, spina bifida, etc. etc. etc.
(Sidenote: everything came out wonderfully. Babe #2 tested negative to any sort of genetic disorder, which sort of makes me feel like we've gotten away with murder. I mean, how are we lucky enough to have not just one healthy baby, but two? It just seems so incredible. Needless to say, we are very blessed parents.)
Anyway, the only way for those docs to collect the correct measurement of the babe is to take a perfect shot of him/her. And when I say perfect, I mean perfect. Literally there is no room for error. So one could be watching their baby on that little screen for 5 minutes, or if you're like me, an hour-and-a-half. Yep, I was on that table for an hour-and-a-half.
In the middle of everything Babe #2 fell asleep, forcing me to walk around and drink massive amounts of coffee, which was torture, actually, despite my obsession with McCafe's. Anyway, eventually we got the money shot, but since she had to push so hard on my stomach to get it, I've had this uncomfortable feeling the last few days. Oh well, . . . It's all worth it :) Pics to come . . . I'm too lazy to plug in my iPhone :)
At least it's not a headache!