So, the boyfriend and I got in a fight yesterday ... well, more like me being hysterical (with reason) over something. He admitted this morning that he was wrong, but I couldn't let it go. I told him that if it were just me, we could break up and move on, but now that there's a baby involved, things are different. I wonder if it's possible that becoming maternal has turned me psychotic?
So, we went to the doctor to do the sonogram...I didn't talk to him in thecar or the waiting room because I was too angry. When the doctor called us in, she asked me to sit up on the table and lift my shirt over my stomach ... and just all casually, she put the goo on my stomach, and then on the screen, the little baby appeared!!
The boyfriend and I were both really emotional and teary, but the fight ended there. The little baby is so perfect ... she (or he) has little hands and feet and kept wiggling around and OMG I can't believe it ...
They don't celebrate Thanksgiving here in Italy, but this has been one of the best Thanksgivings of my life. :)
