An ultrasound was scheduled, so John and I got to see the baby. Yes, there is only one, much to John's relief and contrary to what Sarah Beth thought. The sonographer did not even look to see if the baby is a boy or girl, but later in the pictures, there seems to be...well, we think maybe this baby is a boy. We won't find out for certain until the next sonogram which will be at about 20 weeks. To my relief, we discovered that I am thirteen weeks along instead of the twelve I had thought. Somewhere, I must have miscounted. But hey! That's a good error, isn't it?
When we saw the doctor, she told me that she had written on my chart in big letters "Precipitous Delivery." Remember how Daniel came? Without the doctor? Hee hee! It went so easily, I wouldn't mind doing it again that way, but she said there will be no pushing until she is in the room.
Other than that, things look good, and we expect them to continue to go well. However, instead of 28 weeks until this baby comes, I only have 27!