Some people know, others don’t. It’s been a grueling time around here since Mother’s Day, in fact. Dave and Brandon have been real troopers (super troopers!). Dave’s been a single dad through much of this time, I’ve hung in there when I could.
I’ve had a pretty bad case of sickness. It’s not just morning sickness, in fact, it’s usually evening sickness and on occasion it’s been all day long sickness, even sickness on top of prescription anti-nausea medication that the doctor ordered (both oral and the other end-works great by the way). This is why when we went to Disneyland, I slept at the tables at the Terrace while Brandon and Dave rode Autopia over and over and over. This was the reason why we hardly made any contact with LA folks even though we’ve spent probably 1.5 weeks there in the past 3 months. This is why I sleep all the time after 6pm (totally useless by nightfall). This is the reason I’ve gotten car sick on a number of occasions. This is the reason I carry around Target bags EVERYWHERE in the event that I suddenly have the urge to vomit (happened at my office just today). All for a good cause, I suppose. Today we found out why. (Sorry, it’s a poor-man’s scan – believe me, it’s much quicker this way, otherwise we may never get it posted)…counterclockwise from upper right: face (the baby was playing peek a boo until the tech finally captured this one), foot, whole body, and drum roll please (this is the PG-13 shot…)
the last shot was the hardest to get. The baby was not being cooperative; definitely NOT the spread eagle shot that Brandon gave us when he was in utero. The tech took all the measurements she needed, poked around, told me to move around, and then still couldn’t get what she needed to determine gender. First the legs were closed, then the hand covered the area. I even asked her how often she can’t determine the gender. She answered, “About once a month, and today is the beginning of the month!” After much jostling (of both me and the baby – funny thing is that the first time with Brandon, Dave was holding the video camera and at the end, started to get a bit shaky; this time, he brought a tripod, yes, a tripod, which videoed nicely, but the tech was the one shaking the wand around trying to get the kid to turn over), finally, she took the last photo. She pointed to the little highlighted things, and said, “Do you know what those are?” Honestly, I thought they were a pair of testicles. She saved me the embarassment of having to say it, and said, “These are what I was looking for. I don’t look for the absence of boy parts to determine whether it’s a girl. I look for these, these are what become labia.” I didn’t think I heard her right; I think I still believed they were a pair of testicles, with no hot dog attached. Still in disbelief, I asked her how often she has been wrong. She said, “Once.” I’ll take those odds. Dave’s not so sure. My mom called me while I was still at work. She was just calling to tell me NOT to call her because she was turning her phone off; she was driving to an spa appointment. Lucky she called then, because I told her we had the appointment today. She asked me what it was, I told her to guess (I was at work, afterall). She said, “Another boy.” I told her nope, and she screamed! I was afraid she was going to get into an accident while driving. That means Brandon can retain his title as my mom’s “favorite grandson.”
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Apparently he was running, tripped and scraped his face on the ground. He may have been wearing his Crocs. Sometimes he gets tripped up on the toe. I hope he doesn’t pick his scab…that’s gonna be one nasty scar if he does.