It’s weird when you actually look forward to a doctor’s appointment, but now that I’m pregnant I can say that I honestly do, especially when an ultrasound is on the agenda.

Tomorrow, we might possibly know the gender of the Snowflake, if baby decides to cooperate during the ultrasound. Although I’m excited about this, I am actually waiting on the results of the integrated serum test with much more anticipation. Those results tell us what the odds are that our baby has a chromosomal disorder like Down Syndrome. We won’t have those results at least for another two weeks, I believe. Tomorrow, I’ll be taking another blood test to complete part two of the integrated serum, so more waiting is in store for me. If nothing else, this whole pregnancy business is teaching me patience.

I’ve outgrown another outfit. Today’s ensemble, although it fit somewhat comfortably in the morning, by the afternoon the pants felt too snug in the waist and my dress shirt felt like it was too short to cover my tummy. It was actually long enough to keep me from looking obscene, but if I lifted my arms, you’d get a peek at my tummy. Probably because my pants were riding slightly lower than normal due to my small baby bump.

A co-worker exclaimed today, “Donna, your tummy is sticking out! You’re showing now! It’s so cute!”

I suppose it’s the one time in a woman’s life when a protruding stomach is considered “cute.” I should enjoy it while it lasts because in about five months, the story will change completely and I’ll finally find the incentive to put my gym membership to good use.