Revenge of The Wee One

Yesterday we had our NT scan. The wee one was most displeased about getting swished around. The wee one was not positioned correctly to get the image they needed so they had to bounce the sonogram thingy on my belly to get the wee one to move around. I couldn’t help but laugh after she told me it doesn’t harm the baby at all. It was pretty darn cute. The baby looked like it was waving hello and at one point the wee one just kept mooning us, then it wouldn’t keep still. My thought was, ‘why am I not surprised?’ It figures our kid would do something like that.

It was pretty cool. We got to see much more detail of the wee one, like the facial features, little teeth buds, the ribs and spine and the heart beat. There was even a shot that let us see the developing brain. Aaron got to see it on a much bigger screen but sadly where I was, I didn’t have a very clear view, I had to see it on the small monitor. We also saw the wee one’s little fingers every time it seemed to wave hello. Aaron looked completely awestruck, looking up at the screen.

But yeah, everything looked normal so all is good. The only sucky part is that I had to have more blood drawn to do the tests for the Jewish panel. I know; I’m not Jewish nor has anyone in my family. BUT Aaron is Ashkenazi (meaning, Jewish of Eastern European descent) and so I had to be tested to see if I am a carrier for things like Tay-Sachs. Why test me? Well, because apparently it’s easier to run a test on the mother from an insurance standpoint. Booo!!

After the appointment I went back work and Aaron went home. Then, about five minutes after I get back to work I have to go to the bathroom. Then, about a half hour later, same thing. This keeps going until I leave work. I hit shitteous traffic on the way home and by the time I do get home, I’m starving and really tired. Aaron got me dinner and set up last week’s True Blood for me. A little while after I finished dinner, I start feeling a little eh. That feeling becomes a little worse. I luckily ended up in the bathroom by the time I began burping because it wasn’t an innocent burp at all. Nope. My entire dinner came back with a vengeance. I puked so hard my entire face turned red. I mean, it looks like I have small pox.

Aaron tried making me feel better by telling me I look wonderful. Dirty liar! He then tried to console me by suggesting that perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad by morning. I hoped he was right. Morning came and I didn’t look a smidge better. I had to run out to the 24 hour CVS and pick up concealer and foundation. I seriously considered not going to work but because I had two big meetings and I had just taken three days off, I decided to slap the stuff on and try to make the best of it.

I looked like RuPaul or one of his “girls.” Aaron thought it was more along the lines of Michael Jackson. Very powdery and heavily made up. Either way, I was displeased. I still feel like I have a cake on my face but at least I don’t look diseased; just freaky. So yes, the baby got me back for the sloshing. Sigh…