Whining

I am feeling crappy and emotional today. The stupidest things have me teary. One - I was booted off my print station today. I was printing a whole bunch of legislation and one of the admin assistants complained or something, and now I've got to walk another 15 feet to a different printer. The issue is that I don't sit with the rest of my group, or I'm sure I wouldn't be asked to move. What I was doing was actually a critical and urgent task for a partner... who sits nowhere near me. This is office politics at it's most incredibly stupid, I realise, but I'm beyond peeved about it.

Second, LM hit me a couple of times today even after I asked him not to.

Third, my midwife booked my 20-week ultrasound at the stupid private clinic instead of the nice lovely hospital. I hate that place. They actually don't let your husband in for most of the ultrasound and the whole atmosphere is just so depressing. I got home and started thinking about it more, and had a cry. Assuming all is well, it will be the only other ultrasound I have this pregnancy, and I want to look forward to it. So after a few hormonal tears, I wrote the practice an e-mail to see if they can switch it to the hospital.

On the bright side, I settled a case today, which is good. And I heard the heartbeat of the baby - such a dainty little flutter. And maybe I won't bother working tonight and will go to bed early - that would be heaven.

Nightly Entertainment

I'm just in a grumpy mood, but sometimes when I look through photos on Facebook of some of my old friends, I'm like "Holy frick, they're in their 30s and they still live the life we did when we were 21." I mean there are pictures of them humping things for God's sake. But I'm not sure if I'm disdainful, or a wee bit jealous. Those were good times after all. But I'm not sure, scratch that, I'm POSITIVE I wouldn't want to live that way forever.

After all while a country party drunk fest is pretty entertaining, it's not as entertaining as hanging with your child as he repeatedly tells you "Mummy, I holding my PENIS! I holding my PENIS. What dat thing for???"

Ultrasound Update

The ultrasound went well - I am actually measuring a little farther ahead than I thought, which is cool. Not because I want this any sooner, but mainly because it means our baby was probably conceived in NYC which is kind of neat.

On a side note, all the online calculators gave me one date, which makes sense. According to my best guess, I figured baby was conceived on a Thurs, period started on Thurs and due date would be Thurs. I gave my midwife all those dates and she gave me a Sunday due date and said I was three days less along than I thought. After thinking about it, I chose to ignore that completely and figured I would explain why that must be wrong at the next appointment. For one thing, it would have meant I got a positive pregnancy test 8 days after conception which cannot be. Anyway the ultrasound confirms that her date can't be right, so I'm happy about that. It sucks to think you are much less farther along than you think you are.

The ultrasound was solely for dating, but we did get a good look and it was a very bouncy little bean, moving around, kicking its little frog legs and moving its pointy little chin.

I've also told work now, and while I won't say the reaction was one of unbridled joy for my overall happiness (in fact I believe someone said, "Again?") I'm sure they'll adjust.

Milestones

Bad bad blogger. Pregnancy does that though - if I can be, I'm asleep 10 seconds after LM is, so no real time to blog.

Speaking of sleep, we moved LM to a big boy bed a couple of weeks ago and it has been so amazing... I really think he just absolutely hated being confined in the crib. The funny thing is, he doesn't even get out of the bed on his own except in the morning; he just calls us when he needs us. So that's been a huge bonus. And he is now taking naps that are 2-3 hours long and waking only once in the night. I keep wondering why I didn't do this sooner, but then you never know what effect it would have had at what time.

We have our first ultrasound tomorrow - just a dating one but I'm excited even though we have to go the weird ultrasound clinic that doesn't let your husband sit with you for the first 10 minutes. I don't get that policy at all - it's so unfriendly! But I digress - assuming all goes well, we will be breaking the news to my mother afterwards, so that should be fun.

Confession

Confession: Sometimes when I am putting away laundry I have to kiss those little train socks, or the little stripey sweaters.

Here he is, just jamming. Not sure what he was singing here. The best is when he prefaces it all by saying "I sing you couple my songs..."