Good news

I got exactly what I wanted this morning—a very routine, quick ultrasound. To quote the peri: “I’m trying really hard to make this baby look bad, and I just can’t.”

I called my mom and finally told her it’s a boy. Because I was in the office and close to my other co-workers, I was very matter-of-fact in telling her that the news was good. I think she was disappointed that I didn’t sound more excited. I tried to explain to her that I’m better than excited—I’m content. To reference my last post—it was a very 0-type ultrasound. Which sounds bad, but it’s actually very good. I’ve been so sick of the roller coaster. Breathless, nervous anticipation, followed by either the highest of the highs or a crashing low. Instead, I’m even-keeled—and ready to start actually making some preliminary preparations. I’m aware that bad things can still happen, but I’m at least calmer for now.