pink or blue
We’re headed to the doctor later today for our 20 week check-up (halfway there - unbelievable), where we will attempt to learn the sex of the baby. This can, apparently, take up to an hour our doctor told us - which I guess is pretty cool that she is willing to hang out with us for as long as it takes to get us this important info. And no - I don’t have a preference - really. Although, Marc has guaranteed a boy, so, we are mentally prepared for that (thanks to Albert, “Roscoe” already has a nickname - although if it’s a girl we may have to rethink it). Growing up I always said I’d have three sons (direct effect of being a tomboy with a sister who was not - at all) - maybe Marc is right and I am on my way to a house full of chaos. But, if it’s a girl, Marc, even though he’s terrified of the idea, would be an amazing father to her. Not to mention the fact that if we have a girl it will be karmic payback for Marc being so “hot” in college - there have to be at least a few of you out there that remember his nickname among the girls at Fresno State.
I’ve been feeling really great. I have a lot of energy until about 10pm. I am turning into a morning person - and without coffee - miraculous! I have found an incredible burst of creative energy and inspiration. I will give the kid credit only if it continues after it is born - if not I may just have to remain barefoot and pregnant in order to further my career. I have started to explode out of my jeans. It was very sudden and uncomfortable - in a weird sci-fi way - literally overnight a grapefruit has taken up residence in my gut. (we’ll take another belly shot tomorrow - ugh)
So, later today we will have an update on the kid’s health and hopefully know what kind it is.
Listening: The Hold Steady
