Long day, even though I didn't go to work. I cried for a lot of the trip to Salt Lake for our 20-week ultrasound because of some story on the radio about a man who killed a puppy, and then I cried for most of the trip back to American Fork (fun day for Eric) after our afternoon appointment because I can't decide if we should keep going to our OB or switch to a midwife (more emotional support and still at the hospital with doctor backup, but what if something crazy happens?). After I finished teaching my online class I was pretty tired, and I'm probably coming down with a cold, so I thought I'd be completely justified in skipping the gym and just going to bed. But then I thought that I'd probably be happier in the long run if I just went. And maybe it's lame, but seeing that Biggest Loser would still be on was kind of the deciding factor. About 40 minutes walking up a fake hill, then the quad and hamstring machines. I don't care about my arms. They're dead to me. And we're having a girl. She's fine so far. I might have some arrhythmia. We're thinking of naming her Elliot, but we're still open to suggestions.
P.S. I'm *totally* 117 and not 123 like the doctor's office scale said.
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