The Pink Elephant...

This morning while waiting for the RE to come in the room for our ultrasound I told DH that he and I need to stop behaving as if Baby Bean is the pink elephant in the room. We both know I'm pregnant, we are both filled with so much joy, so much hope, but when we are together we act as though there's a pink elephant in the room. We don't discuss Baby Bean. We hardly mention that I'm even pregnant. I think subconsciously we both feel like if we don't speak the words out loud, if we don't mention Baby Bean or my being pregnant, whatever robbed us of our other two babies won't realize we're pregnant and can't take this one too. Silly I know. But when you lose two babies and no one can tell you why, you become a little crazy. Baby Bean is 7 weeks 4 days today, measuring right on track at 7 weeks 4 days. Strong heartbeat at 162bpm. Our next appointment is with my OB next Thursday. Other than feeling more tired than usual, occasional nausea(mostly when I have an empty stomach), and feeling famished constantly I've been feeling pretty good. I had another dream last night about the baby. I could feel her chubby little body in my arms. She felt so real. I'm now convinced we're having a girl. I keep wanting to use feminine pronouns when describing the baby, but my intuition isn't 100% so for now I'll refrain. Whether little Baby Bean is a boy or a girl doesn't matter to me, I just want a healthy little baby in July!!