I'm in San Francisco teaching self defense this weekend, so this is going to be very brief...
We had our 20 week ultrasound on Wednesday. Everything looks the way it's supposed to, and where it's supposed to be. They won't actually say normal ,because the doc doesn't like the word "normal" , apparently.
Everything is as expected for 20 weeks, and there are no structural abnormalities (quoting the doc there).
We chose not to see the sex. It's not noted in the report either, so now the only way to find out is to do another ultrasound, or wait until the little critter shows up.
Kate asked me to come up with a better working title, by the way. Since I'm still pretty certain that this baby is a girl and I know that if it is she's likely to push both of us in some different ways as far as our comfort zone goes (neither of us do pink frilly, and all the little girls we know really do, in spite of the parents not doing that). So to get used to that sort of gig, the working title for this baby is Rufflebutt.
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This is the account of my experience of my wife's pregnancy with our first, and now second, child. Mostly so friends and family can get updates if they want to know what's going on, but anyone's welcome to read it. I will not update it on any particular schedule, and the only thing you should assume from the absence of an update for a while is that either nothing interesting has happened, or I'm too busy to update.
Rufflebutt. Very---- avant garde...
ReplyDeleteI had a couple of "Rufflebutts" myself and I assure you that either one of them could shove their "pink frillies" right down the throat of any young man who dared to cross them.
Now, if only knowing that would keep this Daddy from pacing the floor for the next 30 years of his life... :-)