bladder buster

well, it's 9:46am. my ultrasound is at 10:45. i've had a really draining morning so far (i'll fill you in on one of the other blogs later), and now i'm quite nervous. the whole - "i've already had 2 incredibly healthy children, who am i to believe the third will be so healthy?" rant keeps running through my head.

so far, i've thrown back 2 glasses of water, and now i feel rather ill. 2 more to go. of course, i have to pee if i even look at water, so drinking 4 glasses is pure torture. never mind the 45 minute drive to the appointment, and who knows how long i'll have to wait.

i distinctly remember thinking, with lili "I don't even care if it's a boy or girl, just LET ME PEE!".

i hope we can find out today, although part of me is dreading knowing. if it's a boy, i worry i'll be disappointed, for lili. if it's a girl, i'm worried that i'll be disappointed, for cohen. which, of course, if you're the "glass half full" type of person, means it's a win-win situation. haha.

as long as it's not twins.

(don't worry, we already know it's not twins).

anyhoo. onto glass number 3, which, from my view, is distinctly half empty.

i'll post again from work...