How's that for an oxymoron? But that's how I feel....we're still waiting for something (next Thursday's ultrasound), but it feels completely different than last week's soul-crushing, all-distracting, panty-checking waiting.
I know enough to know that there's a whole boatload of things that can go wrong in the coming weeks and months. But I am trying my best to be a happy pregnant person for as long as I possibly can. And not fall asleep on my desk, because that's where I'm totally heading right now.
The only bump in the road of this past happy weekend was our movie selection last night: Marley & Me. If you are cycling and/or otherwise full of hormones, I urge you to stay away from this evil movie cloaked behind a cute puppy on the DVD box. Sure, there are cute puppies and many other cute doggie things, but you will pay for every second of cuteness with the SADDEST ENDING EVER. I have seen the Mr. cry slightly twice in the 10 years I've known him, and he was shaking and sobbing and bawling (so was I, but I cry watching Grey's Anatomy so am not a good barometer).
Oh, and there's a bad sonogram scene. I tells ya, leave Marley on the damn shelf. Eric Dane doesn't even make it worth the heartache.