So I thought it was just Heather (my sister) being Heather when she told me that later in her first pregnancy she got really scatterbrained and would do things like put the milk away in the cupboard, or put the cereal box in the fridge. Turns out it could either be heredity or it could be a consequence of the hormone-rich brain, but I fell victim to a similar and equally embarrassing moment. As I was preparing to brush my teeth before bedtime last night, I grabbed my toothbrush and then grabbed the toothpaste… only it wasn’t toothpaste. I flipped the rocker lid and applied the clear gelatinous aloe vera to my toothbrush, pressed the lid closed and put it back in the cupboard. As I put the brush to my mouth, I realized that the familiar minty smell of toothpaste was absent. I glanced at the brush as it approached my mouth and became instantly hysterical when I realized what I had done. Patrick just looked at me and shook his head in amused disbelief. I guess Heather’s not the only one.
Monthly Archive for February, 2005
That’s the question Patrick asked me after our very successful and exciting ultrasound and midwife appointment this morning. We’re already getting antsy about the baby getting here and we’re barely half way through the pregnancy!!! This was our last of three ultrasounds and we got some pretty neat pictures out of it. We’re at 21 weeks and were able to confirm the estimated due date of July 4th. During this ultrasound they did a full body inspection, counting fingers and toes, looking at facial features including lips, nose and distance between the eyes, counted the chambers of the heart, counted the three veins in the umbilical cord, checked out the brain, kidneys, and bladder, measured arm and leg bones, and looked at the base of the neck and the length of the spine. Everything checked out perfectly and we couldn’t be MORE THRILLED!!! It was SO exciting to finally see the baby looking like a very complete human being. We had the option of finding out the sex today (and it is currently written in our chart), but we stuck to our guns and decided not to know. Our midwife made the good point that if we were meant to know, we would have been built with windows in our stomachs! So 21 weeks and counting… is it July yet?
Since we’re now half way through February, I thought it appropriate to finally add a gallery for the month. There are a few photos from this past weekend while Heather, Barney & Lindsay were down for Heather’s 25th birthday. The big event of the weekend was going to the mall to get Lindsay’s ears pierced. Fortunately, the trauma (pain) only lasted a very brief amount of time until the technician stuck a grape sucker in her gob! Then all was right with the world. Ahh, remember when a grape flavored sucker could fix everything that was wrong with your day. I wish that still worked. Now it takes a bottle of JD - so sad.
So I went to an appointment with my (seemingly normal) chiropractor last week to get my neck adjusted. The appointment went well and I was feeling quite pleased. As part of the ongoing conversation about my pregnancy, he asked if we knew the sex of the baby yet. I told him no, and that we actually aren’t planning on learning the sex until the baby’s birthday. He seemed kind of disappointed with my answer, so I asked him why he was so interested. He said that he thought he could determine the sex himself. I was more than a little suspicious at this point and wondered how much this was gonna hurt?!?! He assured me that it would be a simple "voodoo procedure" and then smiled slyly. I reluctantly agreed and he proceeded to have me sit on the edge of the chiropractic bed/table and put my arms out in front of me. He pushed on one arm, then pushed on the other, then both…. then put a hand on my belly and repeated the whole process with my arms… then put a finger on my forehead and did it all again. He could tell that I thought he was acting like a total quack and he was getting a kick out of the cynical look on my face. After about five minutes of this "kinesiology" test, he declared that my "body" had told him the sex of our baby. After twisting his harm and accusing him of being able to lie about the outcome if he didn’t tell me what he had found, he declared that we are having a GIRL. Hmmm? If you think about it, the betting odds are really quite good at 50/50. I told him that he’s one of very few on the planet that think it’s going to be a girl, and that most members of our family are guessing boy. He corrected me by saying that it’s not HE who thinks it’s a girl, but my body that told him. Uh huh. We’ll see.