I have a date ..

I met Dr Eyelashes, who will be performing a c-section on me ... on the 13th May. In less than 8 weeks. Wow. I'll be seeing him every two weeks now, as he told me I'm a 'high-risk' pregnancy. (IVF plus C-section). I asked him the most silliest question - "So, do you have to take out any organs before you get in there and get the baby?" He couldn't hide his laughter, and said no. "Great. So no intestines sitting in a dish anytime soon?" I think he liked me.

I haven't seen Monkey on ultrasound since the 18week scan, and it's not procedure to do any more. I told him I had cramping (forgot to mention I knew full well they were from gas ...) but he still doesn't think an ultrasound is a good idea. So I have to go cold turkey!! How will I cope?? Mr TC does NOT want me having another ultrasound at all, he says we've come so far without knowing the sex, and we'd most probably find out. But .... but .... I just wanted to make sure everything is ok in there. What if, Monkey is, indeed, a Monkey?? Sigh. I guess I can wait.

A week from now, Mr TC is taking Tiger halfway across Australia to visit stepson and stepdaughter. I feel worried about it already, I just hope they make it back unscathed. It's like I have this protective/please stay at home thing going on. I'll have four days to myself, I will eat too much, stay up late watching TV, sleep a lot, and turn into a bachelor. A pregnant one. They are going to stay at Mr TCs ex's house. Which I'm totally cool with. As long as Tiger feels safe and is ok, I'm totally cool with it. I said to Mr TC "So, you do realise this makes me Ashton Kutcher?"