Ultrasound day

Even if I'm not the one with a wiggling baby inside me, it was pretty amazing to see the ultrasound this morning.
There were all Petey's bits and pieces, in the right numbers and in good working order. Hearing that mighty little heart a few weeks back was delightful, but to see it pumping was just spectacular. What purpose and rhythm!
I was surprised at how much he rolled and tumbled. I imagined, when Rhia felt kicks (and I felt one too through her belly last night) that the it was just the baby stretching arms or legs. But this morning he did a lot of rolling with impressive speed.
(And "he" remains a pronoun of convenience--I tried, but I couldn't discern THOSE bits and pieces).
I developed a bit of a cold earlier in the week. No really serious symptoms but it's just sucked all the energy out of me. I stayed home yesterday to get some rest. I headed in to work after the ultrasound this morning but after three hours I was just dead to the world.
So by early afternoon I found myself curled up in a fetal position under the covers and I couldn't help but imagine Petey in his little home.
I was thinking, well, he's a little more squished. But then, I had a 13-pound cat sleeping on top of me.

Tomorrow night, we and Petey are going to a Christmas ball. And Saturday, Neil Young and Wilco!