Saturday, January 30, 2010

Postscript

I forgot to include 2 anecdotes from our visit to the Ultrasound doctor the other day.

They're both good enough to share. In no particular order...

Phoebe wasn't all that impressed with watching the sibling who will soon be ruining her life (and her toys) on the screen, so both Geoff and I gave her our car keys to play with.

It kept her quiet and entertained so we could enjoy the ultrasound in peace.

When we got outside and got to the car, a man approached us and told us we REALLY needed to adjust the sensitivity of our car alarm because every time a car drove by -- and I quote -- "It's been going off. For like an hour."

Phoebe had key access for no more than 20 minutes. Tops.

And the other anecdote is that while doing the ultrasound, baby kicked/punched/headbutted the ultrasound "wand" thing so hard even the doctor felt it. And, on a sidenote, holy crap I loved that doctor. Their office only does high risk pregnancies and I KINDA wish I had one just so I could see her on a regular basis. She had a great personality, was very kind, very funny, etc. In other words, I want to marry her.

And anyway, I told her "Yeah this baby moves a LOT more than Phoebe did -- I mean, it's ridiculous!"

She said -- this is more or less a direct quote, people -- "Well, look there, you see at the top of the screen? That's your stomach and you have hardly any stomach fat at all so of course you're going to be able to feel it! There's nothing to cushion the movement."

Two thoughts went through my mind:

1. Let me call my friend Leanne who is a lawyer so she can drive up here and have you sign a declaration under penalty of perjury stating as much.

and

2. It's a damn good thing my uterus isn't located in my saddlebags because I'd NEVER feel that baby move. In a few months, that MIGHT be a good thing, actually.

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