I am horrible, terrible, awful and just plain ol’ no good.
Here’s the reality… My hormones have wreaked havoc with my brain. Remembering to put on pants before I exit the house seems to be a momentous occasion. I have yet to remember that it is February, meaning it is cold outside, which means I need to wear a coat. Do you know I haven’t put on a coat since our last snow storm over a month ago? Why? Because I forget!!!
And here’s the other reality… My life suddenly got extremely boring. The dogs are shedding way more than normal, so I Swiffer twice a day. And, um…. I’m not cooking still, so I have some interesting food concoctions that would probably just gross most of you out. (Like my dinner of a Captain D’s piece of fish coupled with a salad and frosty from Wendy’s). Other than these events, I could further bore you with all of the television I’ve consumed or naps I’ve taken.
That is…until this week. This week is EXCITING!!!
Today, my husband and I went to the perinatal doctor for an ultrasound. I am 16.5 weeks along, so I thought for sure that I would find out the sex of the baby. So we were so anxious and excited!
Then, we met our technician. We said hello, then she immediately looked at me and said, “You’re not 5’9”.
I reply, “Well, unless I’ve shrunk, I’m 5’9″. ”
She looks me up and down and says, “You don’t look tall.”
I’m thinking, it’s probably because I’ve grown wider over the past few months. I’m just trickin’ your eyes sweetheart. But I just shrugged and kept my self-deprecation to myself.
Then as she quickly poked and prodded, saying things look good and normal, my husband paced behind her.
“Dad, you’re making me nervous.”
Um? How rude!
Then without any further effort, she says that the baby is breach and she’s unable to determine the sex. The end.
We left feeling deflated. The baby is healthy, the heart was beating normally, things looked good. Honestly, not learning the sex was not that big of a deal… but having such a hurried and unfriendly experience really bummed us out.
So, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I was going to surprise my mom and dad tomorrow after we learned the sex, but I’m sure my mom will read this in the morning. I found an ultrasound “spa” where they guarantee they’ll determine the sex, or you get a free scan on another day until they figure it out. My husband has to work, but that is okay because the whole scan will be on a CD that he can watch later.
YEEEEE!!!!!!! I’m so excited!!!! Don’t worry, I won’t make you guys wait a week to hear from me again. I’ll blog tomorrow, cross my heart.
Wish me luck… Pink or Blue!