another momentous occasion approaches...

In two hours, I will be laying on a table, trying not to pee on myself, getting an
ultrasound. We will see the little person for the first time. This is one of those moments, much like the first hearing of the heartbeat…I’m excited and a little apprehensive. I’m a worrier—I want him or her to be okay. And I cannot conceive of how I’m going to drink 36 oz. of water one hour beforehand and not use the bathroom until after said ultrasound…(eyes roll and cross)