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barefoot and dancing

that, friends, is a little tiny dancing bean.
i woke up this morning feeling very heavy. i was so nervous i was nearly sick to my stomach. thank goodness for my level-headed, funny husband, who kept me ok on the drive to the doctor, and in the waiting room, and on the table as i waited to see evidence of life on that hard-to-read ultrasound screen.

at first, i saw nothing. just a black void. and i worried some more, since that's sort of what it looked like last time.

but then ... then ... the ultrasound tech (a different girl, but just as sweet and helpful) said, "look, right there is your baby!"

and sho' nuff, right there was a little bean. a tiny little bean.

and you want to know something? that bean was already dancing.

my husband squeezed my hand and said, "that's your child for sure. even now it can't sit still."

us prices are known for not being able to sit still. we're also known for not being able to keep our shoes on. so i am very pleased to say that john's little sibling bean is in my belly, barefoot and dancing.

bean's mama is barefoot and dancing too. we're just that sort of family.

(p.s. for those of you that are into the technical details, the baby measured precisely where it should be for 7 weeks 2 days, so my estimated due date is october 22. the baby is a smidge over one centimeter long right now, and all the various and sundry anatomy of a fetus and it's support system look exactly as they should. even given my miscarriage last year, we have very few risk factors for this pregnancy and are optimistic that all will go as planned. and my wonderful awesome amazing doctor told me that if i have any worries or concerns at all, i should call the office and they'll slip me in for a little under-the-table ultrasound just so we all feel better. and she said if the front office doesn't fix me up right away, just insist to talk to her or her nurse. have i mentioned that my doctor is an awesome supportive amazing woman? any br gals looking for an obgyn hit me up because i can't possibly recommend her higher.)

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