Proof that I have not appropriately dealt with my anxiety regarding laying on a table and having warm goo squirted on my belly while a nice lady with a wand looms over head adjusting a monitor and entering data into a computer....when asked a simple question, "How do you spell your last name?", I couldn't do it, not even on the third try. I kid you not.
Queue applause for my dear, dyslexic husband for recognizing my, how do we put this, moronic and pathetic, fear induced, feeble mindedness and correctly spelling said last name for nice wand lady.
Jesus, will it never get easy? Answer, not in a million years, ever.
Ultrasound looked good except for the fluid in the leprechauns kidneys. Shit. Go back to doctor tomorrow to find out what the fuck is up with that. Nice wand lady said everything else looked fine and that fluid was minimal. Nice wand lady also said "Odds are it's nothing." Anyone want to guess what that did for my stress level? Yeah, not a whole bunch.
I repeat, Jesus, will it never get easy? Oh yeah, not in a million years, ever.