It likes to play with me. Make me think I've gotten over my morning sickness phase and then BAM! send me running to the bathroom to relief myself of my dinner.
So far I'm on this pattern of four good days, one bad.
That is better than four bad days so I'm not complaining too much, but I really think the kid is toying with me.
A lot of people are telling me this means it's a boy. No clue. The kid has a sense of humor there too.
Last sonogram it refused to uncross it's legs so we could see. I mean REFUSED. It was quite happy and warm and asleep and was none too pleased when the nurse poked and prodded it to get it to move into the right position. First it just plain refused to move, then after 10 minutes of being poked at it responded with a series of violent donkey kicks.
Maybe that's its mama coming out... I hate it when people wake me up too.
Here's to hoping for better behavior on the next doctor visit.
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