"It's not a cat."

Quote from the hilarious ultrasound tech at my appointment today. There was a cancellation at some point in the day so everyone was ahead of schedule and in high spirits. I actually got in a full 20 minutes before my scheduled time. It is a good thing I arrived early!

So, after giving almost everyone who read my blog on Sunday heart failure (hee, hee, I am gooooood!) Here is the real lowdown on what has been keeping me from my skinny jeans lately:

There is a single (ONE) healthy 18-week old fetus in my belly. Two arms, two legs, a beautiful straight spinal column that looked like a string of pearls encased inside a beautiful straight neural tube. A four-chambered heart that was pumping away at a brisk 150 beats per minute, and a beautifully formed skull with a leetle brain inside to top it off. Baby performed for the camera and gave us a big yawn and chewed his/her fist while we both watched. This was Richard's first ultrasound appointment--he skipped Charlotte's and I didn't have an ultrasound with Emmett. I am glad this one turned out so well.

Baby thinks my bladder is a comfy pillow. I did not need an ultrasound tech to give me that bit of news. I knew that already!

I won't know the sex of the kiddo until late August when he/she is born--they don't give out that information in our province. It really isn't important to me anyway. I know whoever is in there is healthy and intact and that is all that matters.

I am jaded and cynical and think one ultrasound pic looks like another so Google 18-week ultrasound pictures if you want to see what my bean looks like. Really--I have my pic and saw a bunch online and I wouldn't be able pick mine out if it didn't have my name on it.

There you go--no twins. I swear!