Baby Waldo

Baby Waldo is living up to her name these days. In the past week she's had three ultrasounds because she is "elusive." The first was the one where we discovered she has legs. (For future reference in case we do this again, Waldo started kicking HARD this week. So remember, 21 weeks, totally normal.) Then at the OB, she couldn't get a heartbeat, so after ten full minutes of poking and prodding, we got another ultrasound. And then, I got the pleasure of going to another office at 7:30 last night for a follow-up because apparently Waldo doesn't like to have her face photographed and they wanted to rule out a cleft palate (no cleft palate. Just a stubborn baby). The poor tech last night said the exam should have taken less than five minutes, but we were in there for forty-five, trying to sweet talk a fetus into showing her face.

I just can't express how relieved I am after seeing her swimming around in there. I'm sure I'll get worried again, but I feel like a totally different person. And it's freed up a lot of mental energy to worry about other things. Like stupid buying stupid houses. Which is stupid. And also, all of my insanely crazy, what the fuck just happened? dreams. These dreams are seriously giving me a taste of what it might be like to be psychotic. Last night I dreamt of giant mutant fish, John Goodman, voodoo, and a room full of treadmills.