OH WHAT A FEELING. . . WHAT FEELING?

Into the 20th week, I have arrived.  And, I'm still hoping for a regular reminder that there is something in what appears to be a large sack of heavy air in my belly.  A couple times this past weekend, I was able to put a little pressure on certain places and feel something move.  One moment in particular, I felt something push back against my fingers.  Does gas do that?  How about a stubborn turd?  No?

I have also noted in the past week or so that the swell in my loins (really??) tends to move about.  For about four days last week, the swell leaned to the right.  Then, Saturday night, I noted that it had shifted and was leaning to the left.  Some of my well informed already-parent friends informed me that it could be a butt.  It was comforting.  Kind of.

This afternoon, the Hub and I are driving to the OB.  Again.  This time, we will be meeting with the Ultrasound folks and watching on an over-sized screen as they measure, photo and predict our Spitfire's future. 

Yes.  If it is doable, we will be finding out what we are having.  I'm personally hoping for a puppy.  Maggie needs a playmate.

Seriously.  Look a her face.  She's lonely.  She needs a cohort to help her chew up plastic water bottles that have been stuffed into giraffe puppets.  Yeah.

Sunday the 2nd at 4pm will play host to a very laid-back gender reveal party.  It is really just an elaborate excuse for people to potluck and drink.  I'm pretty sure we didn't did an excuse for that in the past.  Perhaps this Spitfire really is changing us!