Today was The Big Day, the Find out the Sex of Your Baby Day. Everyone knows this is an exciting day. For me, I was a bundle of nerves the whole day. Here is why. I need to have this be my last pregnancy. Let's face it I am old, I am tired, I am moody, I suck at pregnancy. So if the baby is a girl, WAHOO, two of each, Mills has a sister, I am gravy, baby. If it is a boy, at some later date I may feel the need to try and give my gal a sister. I may actually TRY to get pregnant(I know she will be fine without a sister, but my sister is so important to me I want Millie to have that) Don't get me wrong, I love me a boy baby. They are so cute and snuggy and they grow up to be things like Henry and Max. But the idea of another pregnancy sends me straight to the rocking, weeping, fetal position. Which makes me sound like I have no say in the matter(man, I am a mess, send drugs, candy and a therapist)
Fast forward to the actual Doc appt. Now my doc and I do not spend time chatting, he is all biz so I feel the need to act like a profesh(professional pregnant lady, professional idiot, I am not sure, just serious) so he goos my belly all up and starts moving his wand of destiny all over me and it hits me...I can handle anything just give me the heart beat and a clean bill of health. So he does, the babe looks good, just one problem, crossed legs. He can't say for sure what the sex is. In my professional state I am trying to remain calm when all I want to do is pull that wand out of his professional hand and make this baby show me its privates. Thanks buddy, sweet, I know as much as I did before I came to your office and looked at your stupid, professional face.
So here I am with a modest little person all tucked up in my womb. But guess what, it's heart is awesome and it is measuring better than any baby ever has. So no matter the sex, this babe is a super-star and absolutely loved by it's psychotic mother.
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You make me LAUGH! That is one of my favorite things about good friends. God knew that I needed a good chuckle once in a while, so he gave me you and some other great folks to love. Sorry to laugh at your expence, but you are the one that wrote it all so funny.
lub ya. hang in there, YOU ARE PERFECTLY PERFECT and BEAUTIFUL!
Hi Marnae! I found your blog from Lori's. Darn those modest babies...maybe that's a sign that it is a girl. :)
I felt the same about having even number of girls and boys. You are not psychotic, just a normal woman who wants to have a say in everything. No matter what, the baby will be perfect.
Oh Marnae....not even born yet and already giving you sass....must be a girl fo' shizzle. How dare that infant in your womb give you such attitude! So does this mean you will just be surprised, or is there a chance you will get another ultrasound? I mean, I don't even know what color to knit your handmade, soft as can be, baby blanket. Oh hell, who am I kidding, I don't even know how to knit.....but still....the nerve of some peoples fetuses!
I love your stinkin' guts....see you at book club.
Well, I know what this will call for at book club! Drink lots before you come - we'll figure this little skinker out ;).
Oh! This made me laugh.. but what a sweet post.
I was all excited to read what you were having... AND in primary last week as you were up doing sharing time, I was thinking... Is it that time yet? To find out what this woman is having?!
Soooo, do you get to have another ultrasound, or is baby #4 going to be a surprise!?
What do YOU think this baby is?
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