Bun Bun lives
All was well at this morning’s ultrasound. Bun Bun has grown the right amount, is sporting a head (Sweet! Definitely going to need that later in life!), some fine lookin’ limb buds, and a heart beating away at an appropriate rate. I got to say goodbye to my RE. I told him how grateful we were and he was like, I’m a freaky little doctor man and don’t know how to deal with human emotions, despite the fact that I do it all damn day! He gave me a hug, patted my knee, and then patted the top of my head. I don’t know, man. But the end result is that I have to find a fucking OB. Holy shit.
There’s a long way to go, and I’m not going to take a single day for granted. But I have to confess that while part of me is still so very scared, a much larger part of me believes this is going to work out. Foolhardy? Perhaps. But I’m sick and tired of protecting my heart. I’m ready to live a little!
That’s how I feel today, anyway.