Both Mr. DD and I were kind of anxious about this scan this morning. The fact that Mr. DD was anxious (he's the one who keeps my freak out gland in check) made me even MORE anxious.
However, as with every attack of paranoia I've had so far, this too turned out to be unfounded. Although the scan was relatively short, the tech was able to determine that the Prawn is well within normal growth ranges (albeit a little tiny bit larger than average) and that I don't have an excess of fluid. "Some people just stick out further than others," she said, "everything looks great."
So, a big sigh of relief from both of us. We were STILL not able to determine the Prawn's sex, so it'll just have to be a surprise. Not all that much longer to wait! However, I did content myself by buying a "coming home" outfit at Mothercare that's cream colored and has Winnie the Pooh slapped all over it.
In other news, we FINALLY have a moving date fixed. Next Friday, we'll be able to take possession of our lovely new flat. After having to poke everyone involved with sharp sticks for the last 3 months or so, we're VERY pleased to have an actual date, although it's much later than we'd hoped. I've already been rendered pretty much useless in the moving stakes, but hopefully I'll still be able to wield a roller in order to change the entire place from Canary Yellow to a slightly more civilized color. (Note to anyone who has Canary Yellow walls- This is not to insinuate that you are, in any way, uncivilized. However, when an entire apartment is this color, cheerful though it is, it tends to burn itself into your retinas.)