Has anyone read my ticker today because it's cracking me up! Just so when it changes, this post is still accurate, here's what it says...

"Right about now, Mommy is noticing she needs to start cleaning the toilet a little better! I'm 7 weeks old!"

That's not only funny, but embarassingly true...

I'm am now in official nervous wreck countdown mode for this ultrasound on Tuesday. As is 100% normal, my pregnancy symptoms ebb and flow, and anytime they ebb, it makes me so anxious. I went though a six-hour stretch yesterday where my boobs didn't hurt at all and I had crampy twinges and some lower back pain. I was of course convinced it was all over. But this morning, I threw up... TWICE, and the soreness has returned, so I guess all is well for the moment. I can't wait to get to a point where this is not so much of a worry! At nine weeks, I'm ordering the fetal doppler again, so I at least I can reassure myself when I start to freak.

Anyway, I'm pretty sure the back pain was because I've been laying around on the couch... that happens to me a lot. And the crampy twinges I know are also a totally normal pregnancy thing. But it's just so hard not to know anything.

C'mon TUESDAY! I'm wondering if they will let me take my camera in and use the video mode to capture a few seconds of the flickering heartbeat... how cool would that be? They are so strict there about cameras/video though so it's doubtful I'll be allowed. :(

p.s. OH! I had my first gender dream last night. Of course, my gender dreams with Ben were not accurate until the night before the ultrasound when we found out. But anyway, for what it's worth... in this dream, I had just had a baby. (though I had no idea where it was, what we had named it or anything.) Anyway, when I asked about it, the doctor looked at me and said very simply, "It's a baby girl." After that, the whole scenario took a bizarre turn when I saw my baby... she looked to be about 2-1/2, quite large and at least partially african-american.

So yeah, I don't know how much credit I give this particular dream. Perhaps it was caused by eating way too much at the Macaroni Grill last night.