I went to my OB’s office today because they said I could stop by anytime and listen to wee-beastie’s the heartbeat on a doppler if I wanted to. Well, I needed a fix, so I stopped by. After waiting for awhile, the nurse told me it was going to be longer than anticipated and Rob (the AWESOME receptionist) asked if I didn’t just want a sonogram downstairs instead. Why, I would love another sonogram!
As you can see from this picture, wee-beastie has figured out how to deal with all the nasty hormones. I am pumping myself full of fluids and anti-emetics; s/he just flips over and tickles his/her forehead with his/her toes and apparently this makes everything fantastic. Wee-beastie also had a good heartrate but was not so keen on moving around, except to get that other bloody leg back into a supine position.
My problem is that there is no way — even at the height of my yoga practicing — that I could ever do this pose.