Refresh.

I flatter myself, I'm sure, in imagining just DOZENS of you anxiously refreshing and waiting for my update.

So, I dragged Mr. WG along to my U/S appointment on Friday, and after cooling our heels in the waiting room for a good 40 minutes, we were at last ushered in to see the tech. Who it turns out, was doing a transabdominal u/s, and not the wanding I had anticipated been promised thought was in store.

Anyway, we saw a blinking heart, and she made measurements, and then on one screen she put a little arrow and labeled it "baby," which made me laugh out loud.

"You should wrap that up and give it to Z," I said to Mr. WG. So the tech wrote Z's name at the top, and then started to add MERRY -- at which point I said, "Well, actually it's Hannukah," so she wrote Happy Hannukah Z and printed it out. And even just thinking of it leaves me with a big, silly grin on my face, which is a pleasant change from the copious tears I've been shedding all along.

And based on the size, we adjusted my date back to July 22, making me a good 10 days less pregnant than I should be according to the laws of physics or biology or something. I guess Mr. WG just has bionic sperm that live for two weeks or something.

And how was your weekend?