Happy 20 weeks, two days, munchkin!

This morning, we had our ultrasound and regular OB appointment. On our drive there, I asked Brent if he was anxious. He put into words what I was thinking, too.

"It's weird driving here without the feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach. And that's making me anxious."

 Good point. Sadly, we're so used to go to the doctor's preparing for bad news or just so-so news. This time, it's allllllll goooood.

The baby is in the 60th percentile for weight, the stomach, kidneys, bladder, spine, etc. are all in working order. Tim (our ultrasound technician BFF) told us "everything looks textbook. And this is the one time you want your baby to be average." (AMEN!)

 Beating the odds never felt so good. Happy half-way, baby Burkey!