A little Rorschach ink blot test to get things started today. Looks less a blob this time around. More like a blob with feet.
Had a looooong crazy day that started with me feeling like slug slime, but I headed over to spend the day with BFF Addyson, which makes any day better. We napped and ate and passed gas. Then I packed her up and hauled her with us to my OB appointment this afternoon. That made for a lot of fun. People at the OB's office look at you funny when you're 10 weeks pregnant and have a 9 week old baby! I told them we were test driving this one to see if we liked the model before we put in our final order.
Dr. T. was impressed with Tater Tot's growth spurt. I'm supposed to be 10 weeks 3 days based on their original measurments last time, but today the Tot measured 11 weeks 3 days. (I swear, one mention of "13 pound baby," Supermom and the next time we have lunch I'm spiking your food with laxative!) The ultrasound tech recalculated the date to Oct 25, but Dr. T didn't say anything about officially changing the date, so I dunno. I'm still betting we'll be looking at mid-October anyway. Heart rate was a speedy 171. Doc was less impressed with my weight loss and ordered Greg to feed me. He pointed out that it does little good to feed me when I'm just going to throw up. She seemed to concede that point, but told me to gain weight before my next visit. They took several vials of blood and hopefully all of that will come back okey dokey.
Now if I can just get my health insurance woes worked out...