Otto? Cadence?
Ah, my trip to the doctor's office. It never fails to amaze me at the number of forms they expect one to fill out. Today's form was full of silly questions I could not answer like, "What is your spouse's social security number?" and "What is your emergency contact's social security number?" I guess they think I carry other peoples' personal information around with me in my wallet.
Something that also struck me as funny was the question, "What is your name?" followed by "What would you like to be called?" Since Michael wasn't around to defend himself, I wrote that he wanted to be called, "El Conquistador" (just kidding).
My appointment was for 9:45, and I was seen promptly at 10:45. They asked me what I was there for and why I was getting a level-two ultrasound, and I had no idea. They ask me to show up and I show up. They want blood, I roll up my sleeve. I guess I'm just not nosy enough.
The ultrasound was exciting. I learned a lot of things about a developing baby. The nurse asked if I wanted to know if I was having a boy or a girl and of course I said, "Yes." Eventually we came around to seeing what the baby's sex is.
It's interesting, but I actually had two ultrasounds today. I guess when you're over 35 they like to check and double check a number of things they might not normally bother with. But I guess you're more interested in the baby's sex than about the baby's four-chambered heart (which seems very large, though perfectly normal at one-third the size of the baby's abdomen).
Once I learned the baby's sex, I immediately started to think of baby names. My first thoughts were "Chris" or "Pat." Both of those names seem appropriate, now that I know what variety of baby I'm carrying.
Ok, it's true, I'm teasing you all. I'm keeping you waiting because I know that you want to know that we're going to have a boy or a girl. Let me tell you that I was actually a bit surprised (and secretly happy) about the results of my ultrasound. The result made me think of a rather funny skit from "The Black Adder"...
Queen: Oh. Do you think he would spend more time with me if I was a boy?
Melchett: Surely not madam.
Nursie: You almost were a boy, my little cherrypit.
Queen: What?
Nursie: Yeah. Out you popped, out of your mummies pumpkin and everybody shouting : "It's a boy, it's a boy!". And somebody said "but it hasn't got a winkle!". And then I said "A boy without a winkle? God be praised, it is a miracle. A boy without a winkle!" And then Sir Thomas More pointed out that a boy without a winkle is a girl.
So, it's true...Amelia is going to have a baby sister! I know some of you were completely sure we would have a boy this time, but another little girl is here to surprise and delight us. I guess this means I won't be giving away all of Amelia's old baby clothes, after all.
Michael has been told and he's happy. We're both very happy and looking forward to meeting our new baby girl...ideally in July.
Lisa
Something that also struck me as funny was the question, "What is your name?" followed by "What would you like to be called?" Since Michael wasn't around to defend himself, I wrote that he wanted to be called, "El Conquistador" (just kidding).
My appointment was for 9:45, and I was seen promptly at 10:45. They asked me what I was there for and why I was getting a level-two ultrasound, and I had no idea. They ask me to show up and I show up. They want blood, I roll up my sleeve. I guess I'm just not nosy enough.
The ultrasound was exciting. I learned a lot of things about a developing baby. The nurse asked if I wanted to know if I was having a boy or a girl and of course I said, "Yes." Eventually we came around to seeing what the baby's sex is.
It's interesting, but I actually had two ultrasounds today. I guess when you're over 35 they like to check and double check a number of things they might not normally bother with. But I guess you're more interested in the baby's sex than about the baby's four-chambered heart (which seems very large, though perfectly normal at one-third the size of the baby's abdomen).
Once I learned the baby's sex, I immediately started to think of baby names. My first thoughts were "Chris" or "Pat." Both of those names seem appropriate, now that I know what variety of baby I'm carrying.
Ok, it's true, I'm teasing you all. I'm keeping you waiting because I know that you want to know that we're going to have a boy or a girl. Let me tell you that I was actually a bit surprised (and secretly happy) about the results of my ultrasound. The result made me think of a rather funny skit from "The Black Adder"...
Queen: Oh. Do you think he would spend more time with me if I was a boy?
Melchett: Surely not madam.
Nursie: You almost were a boy, my little cherrypit.
Queen: What?
Nursie: Yeah. Out you popped, out of your mummies pumpkin and everybody shouting : "It's a boy, it's a boy!". And somebody said "but it hasn't got a winkle!". And then I said "A boy without a winkle? God be praised, it is a miracle. A boy without a winkle!" And then Sir Thomas More pointed out that a boy without a winkle is a girl.
So, it's true...Amelia is going to have a baby sister! I know some of you were completely sure we would have a boy this time, but another little girl is here to surprise and delight us. I guess this means I won't be giving away all of Amelia's old baby clothes, after all.
Michael has been told and he's happy. We're both very happy and looking forward to meeting our new baby girl...ideally in July.
Lisa
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