the sonogram was on friday and by now, i know, with 100% certainty, that the baby is fine. it has 10 fingers and 10 toes and 4 chambers in it's heart and everything is sized right and i saw it's feet and everything. it is the size it should be for as pregnant as i am.

so that was cool.

i'm really boring now. i have no more baby angst. not about making it, not about having it, and not really about raising it. i know it will change everything but i don't feel terribly concerned anymore.

i am trying to build a support network of working moms who cherish their outside lives too. mostly because i've chosen to go back to work. there are ways we could do this so that i wouldn't work. hell. right now, HE doesn't have to work. but that's not what we want. course, me not working involves us either living in a 1BR or new jersey so far out that d* would have a 4 hour commute every day. so there's THAT.

we both want to work. we both want to try and balance this. we both want to be here as much as possible. if that means that we both work in manhattan 40 hours a week, i do feel that's better for our family than me staying home and my husband being gone 60-80 hours a week.

but that's all months and months away. in the meantime, i'm just resting from a very busy couple of days with my mom. we walked from 60th & 2nd to herald square. trust me. when you're pregnant. doing that. is exhausting.

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