My husband is not a fan of LoTR. He kept this well concealed until somewhere in our fifth year of marriage, at which point I figured an annullment was probably out of the question. And since I'm not Catholic or in a soap opera, I don't think I'm even allowed to do that.

Anyway. He lucked out.

I dragged him to the first LoTR, and had to elbow him awake a few times, much to my dismay. I didn't bother taking him with me to see the second one, and the marathon would have probably killed him for good--- so he never saw them. Until a few weeks ago, when I finally managed to rent the last two and I hogtied him. And gagged him. And reminded him how much child support would run if he didn't do this for me.

A good seven hours later, we were both thoroughly saturated in dramatic, theatrical dialogue and landscape. We were taking an intermission, and I stretched my back, trying to get the "pregnancy kinks" out. Patrick put his hand on my belly and asked, "So, how's the kiddo doing?", to which I replied, "Oh, it's fine. Kind of quiet tonight, though.".

And Patrick, with all the seriousness of Gandalf the White Wizard, proclaimed in his most dramatic voice, "His time has not yet come."

Smarty pants.

But, his time IS coming soon. I am 29 weeks. I figure I won't make it till 40 weeks, being the 3rd baby and with me working full time. So, ten weeks or less, and this little one will be here! I'm excited. I'm not impatient, but I am looking forward to meeting this little squirmy one. I'm to the point where I am starting to get a bit uncomfortable, but I'm not miserable yet. I've got a few more weeks in me before I really start to turn on the whine. Oh, and I see you rolling your eyes back there, Patrick. Careful now.

Anywho, all this to say, tomorrow I have an ultrasound. I had a routine ultrasound three weeks ago, and they found a uterocele (a cyst) on the baby's bladder. The doctor told me not to freak out, that these things often disappear. He said it didn't seem to be interfering with the functioning of the bladder/kidneys, and that was good. We would re-evaluate it in three weeks, and take it from there. Well, that's tomorrow.

I've done a very good job of taking his advice on not freaking out, and I've kept it in perspective for three whole weeks. But now, on the eve of the next ultrasound, I'll admit I'm fighting nervousness. I think it will turn out okay, I really do, but I would appreciate your thoughts tomorrow around 9ish. Send some good mojo my way, and I'll post an update when I get back.

Wish us luck!