Friday, October 10, 2008
I will have a ton of birthday stuff. When I have time to deal with it. My life is beyond hectic right now between extraordinary demands at work and at home. If you can bear with me I'll have tons of pictures soon and even some video.
We told Emma
This evening after supper we told Emma we are having a baby. In the far distant future. First she wanted to make sure the baby wasn't going to get her toys on the floor. Then she wanted to know if she could feel the baby kick. I told her that my belly would have to get much bigger first. We explained that it would take a long time, after Halloween, after Thanksgiving, after Christmas, even after Daddy's birthday. It will be Spring before the baby comes.

Then she said she couldn't wait to share her toys with the baby. She even suggested names...which she makes up. About ten minutes later when M was outside she said, quite randomly, "I'm excited to have a baby."

So far so good.
Thursday, October 09, 2008
Happy Birthday, Emma!
You're four!

Stay tuned for the fourth installment...
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
It could happen to you...
(To those of you who read Boobs, Injuries and Dr. Pepper the following post may sound vaguely familiar. I assure you this experience was entirely my own.)

To get pregnant is to bring down upon yourself the infliction of all kinds of unimaginable indignities from the medical community. The whole process is just one potential humiliation after another when you're in the care of doctors and nurses.

Today I went by my local medical center to have blood drawn. The labs are to be sent to my OB/GYN. I failed to actually read the order carefully and was surprised when the nurse told me I was supposed to give a urine sample. Eeek! "Uh...I may not have anything for you..." I went into the bathroom and gave it the old college try.

They provide you with a 5 oz. cup. Back in my paper product selling days we called them translucent plastic cups. They're the soft plastic ones, similar to beer cups. I did my business and was really impressed with myself that everything made it in the cup. So the drill is to put a cap on it and put the cup in the little window behind the wooden trapdoor in the wall.

I walked to the counter and grabbed the lid to secure it onto the cup. I pressed the lid down on the cup but it wasn't sealing so I pressed down a little harder crushing the half-full specimen cup beneath my hand! Gaaaaaaah! By some undeserved miracle the cup did not spring a leak. All the fluid stayed in the crushed cup. I redeemed myself by finding another cup, transferring the contents, and placing the next lid on that cup very carefully. I put the cup in the window and hid my mess in the trash.

Then I washed my hands. No one the wiser, right?


Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Working for her comedy license
That must be it. Emma will say something and then ask, "Is that funny?" Or she'll make a random noise or face and ask, "Is that funny?" I'm pretty sure she doesn't really want my honest assessment. Sometimes she is funny, but other times the true answer to the question would be "marginally" or "lame."

I know, I'm a tough audience.
Monday, October 06, 2008
Allow me to introduce you to... closest companion for the next seven months or so. An ultrasound today confirmed my due date as May 10, 2009. Heart rate was 156-160 bpm. That was the reassurance I needed to be brave enough to tell you our good news. Please say a prayer for us for a healthy baby. I'm a worrier so it will be a long seven months ahead.