Does this mean I’m having a boy, girl or an English flamboyantly gay rock star? For example, I’ve noticed I’ve been listening to more Queen music. I’ve been relying on friends, the internet and books for advice while I notice new symptoms and cravings. So, for the next two weeks (again, another two week wait), I’m in between doctors.
A crazy thing called love writer license#
I had to check my driver’s license to make sure this was actually happening to me.
I was just so overwhelmed that I was finally graduating from a fertility clinic… and that for now the baby was strong and healthy. It’s safe to say that I think I threw everyone in the room for a loop. It was a happy cry but one where I couldn’t even talk or collect myself. Now, I’m not an overly emotional person but for some reason, that made me cry. When I asked her what she meant, she said, “ This baby is officially too big to be here.” She smiled and said, “ Well, that’s ok, because I’m breaking up with you. I added, “ Not that I’m breaking up with you yet though…” I told my RE that I had made an appointment with an OB/Gyn in two weeks. I can only assume that the baby has inherited my curvy genes. My Reproductive Endocrinologist also remarked that the baby had grown quite a good amount since our last ultrasound. It was 175 beats per minute and it sounded like the fetus was a pro-boxer hitting a punching bag. This past Friday, we heard the heart beat of the baby (now allegedly the size of a raspberry). In response, I said, “ That fine… as long as we’re clear that I don’t think I can “handle” performing oral sex until you’re able to “handle” diapers.” We’ll see what happens… I love you and I’m not trying to be difficult but I really don’t think I can “handle” diapers. My husband and I were laying in bed the other night when he said to me, “ Listen.
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