So here we are on the 25th week, getting to know each other better. I'm finally depicting a pattern of when Atticus is the most active, which is all over the place like mama's schedule. My sleep is just so screwed up from going from these grave yard shifts to swing. But really I can't sleep well until about 7 or 8am and then want to sleep all day. It's no wonder I'm now steadily gaining weight at an alarming rate. My body keeps spreading out like a Hershey's kiss, or like an old tea kettle shaped woman ( which is how Micheal Palin always described the shape of old grannies), or pear shaped as the Brits would say. But enough of that.
The ultrasound!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Since the li'l bean is gaining more girth with growing organs and a tiny fatty layer it was harder to detect what the hell I was seeing on the screen. It is truly amazing what those doctors can make out from an ultrasound. They assured me everything measures spot on, that he's healthy and listening to his heartbeat makes me think of humming birds- how fast their hearts beat. It was sad that Daddy couldn't make it to this one since he had to work. And when I told him that it was hard to get a good face profile due to his arms and legs crowding his face, Tom said," that's because Daddy wasn't there."I haven't scanned in the wonderful head shot they printed for me from this ultrasound, but I'll post it any day now.
In the mean time you all can oggle at my protruding belly.
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