Okay, well, hi. I didn’t find out el sexo of the baby yesterday. How lame is that? I thought they’d do an ultrasound, since they’ve done one at every other appt I’ve gone to, but apparently they’re not going to do another one until Nov 3rd, unless there is something wrong before then. So it looks like I’ve still got some sad waiting to do.
For some good news, I totally lied and got out of my schmear yesterday. But I’m not worried because I don’t think I have pap smear cancer or whatever the hell it is they check you “down there” for.
In other news, there is no news. Just working and being a single mom a lot since B is so busy with work and school, and eating and sleeping and trying to breathe.
Yesterday I was explaining to C (yet again) that there was a baby in my tummy, and I showed him a pic of an ultrasound I’d had done. I said, “See, that’s a picture of the baby!” and he looked at the blurry blob, and then looked at me like I was crazy. “No Mama,” he says. “that’s a baby!” and he points to a picture of himself hanging on the wall that was taken when he was 3 months old. He then looks at the ultrasound picture and finally concludes, “You’re having a funny baby. This is a funny baby.” It made me smile.
At least he didn’t see the freaky baby widget on my blog, eh?