Yesterday was my follow up ultrasound and it could not have gone better!
They said that I am up to a 3 in thickness, which considering I was a 0 a mere four days previous, seems like I hit the jackpot. They said I am closed and the stitches are holding so seems like everything is just peachy.
I had a little positive thinking going, so I wore my "February" maternity T-shirt and my Seven jeans. A girl has to look cute and stylish, even on bedrest. Although I am neither cute nor stylish as I type this with a pair of boxers and a T-shirt from a softball tournament in 1996 on my body.
I wanted Josh to bring me my Cardinals T-shirt home from our other house, and when he went to get it out of the drawer, this conversation ensued over IM:
Josh says: this shirt won't fit you
Josh says: plus its for when its hot out
Amy says: are you implying I am fat?
Amy says: :)
Josh says: no
Josh says: pregnant
Amy says: my red Cards shirt????
Josh says: yes
Amy says: its pretty loose on me
See this is the wishful thinking of a pregnant bedrest lady. As I am actually carrying pretty small so far, I can still fit into most of my T-shirts, they are just a little short. OK, pretty short. But as long as I am scrubbing around anyway, I might as well start letting my tummy hang out. It's so attractive. Especially to Josh, since you know, I am on pelvic rest for the duration.
Pelvic rest is code for "you ain't havin' no sex for months suckas."
And that really sucks it (ha, get it, sucks it). Am clever. Not.
The pregnancy sex drive had just started kicking in. And now, not so much. Booooo. That was one of the things everyone talks about being so awesome. And it was, if just for a short time. Sigh.