A bit more detail on our final RE ultrasound: Embryo-O actually looked human; I could make out a head, and buds of arms and legs. The earlier ultrasounds didn't look like anything, except that I was glad to see the flickering heart.
Dr. Quick always sticks the wand in vigorously and then before I have the chance to whine, "Is everything okay?," he is saying, "There is your baby." He congratulated both of us. I think he must like that part of his job.
Our awesome friends have gotten us a stroller! They saw a Cr*ig's List ad, for the same model they have, and asked if we wanted it. It's also the one that I had, independently, bookmarked on the Babies R Expensive website because I liked its features. At first I thought, oh well, that's cool, but it's too early. Then I compared the prices and Co and I looked at each other and said, what the heck.
And in other serendipitous babystuff news, we can most likely use my sister's (well, my nephew's) infant car seat because he'll have outgrown it by the time Embryo-O needs a seat outside of Co. And it's one of two models that are compatible with the stroller.
Now, of course, I'm really scared something will go wrong.
My mom called to ask me about blogging. She is interested in setting up a blog for her husband's anti-corporate non-profit. But she also asked repeatedly if I had any blogs, saying "I guess it would be private if you did." Yep.
So far she has nicknamed Embryo-O both Shmendrick and Flipper. My name in utero was Yankel (I think they were kidding, but I'm still glad I was a girl).
Co and I met a local blogger this weekend. It's ironic that sometimes it takes the Internet to connect us to likeminded people a mere bus ride away. It was amazing, for me, to enter into the conversation as an expectant parent. She congratulated me and immediately related to me as a fellow parent (and lent me a great book to obsess over!). I am really going to be a mom. And that's how people see me.