I'm about to head out the door for my ultrasound. Even though this is the 4th time around, my nervousness never lessens.
Maybe I'm nervous because when I was on my way to go to get my ultrasound done when I was pregnant with Ella, I was full of the bazillion ounces of water they told me to drink and when we were almost there, I threw it up all over myself. Not one of my finer moments. Of course I instantly started bawling and Dale had to pull over into this industrial warehouse parking lot to "clean up the mess." I guess some worker there heard me wailing and saw Dale hunched over me and instantly thought the worst. He came right over and yelled, "What's going on here???!!!" Then he saw what really happened, didn't want any part of it and got the H out of there. However, I was flattered that he tried to come to my rescue. Anyway, we had to reschedule my appt. that day because I was no longer full of water and hello, like I was going to roll up to that place covered in spew. Ugh.
Hopefully today will go much better! I'm praying that this sub-corionic bleed as my doctor calls it is gone and everything will be healthy and normal.
I'll let you know!