Hello In There!
Posted By jayna on May 25, 2011
Yesterday I woke up at the crack of dawn to my alarm clock. A rarity, considering no one in this house has been sleeping past sunrise for months now. Marveling at the sleeping children, I crept around, sneaking in a shower all by myself. Another rarity. It was odd to be able to shave my legs without watching for rogue little hands intent on finding out how sharp a razor is.
Dressed and ready, I drug each girl from bed, wishing it was any other day and I could enjoy sleeping in along with them. Through gnashing of teeth and threats, both were dressed and fed. Away we went, arriving as the doors opened to E’s school. She was the first person into the classroom for the first time ever. Probably the last as well.
Lunchbox stowed away and a head kissed goodbye, MJ and I sped out the door. Away we went, into rush hour traffic, construction and poorly marked street signs. Ten minutes before I was supposed to be arriving at my destination, I called in to say I was hopelessly lost and to please, please, please not cancel me. Four more wrong turns, three streets into the ghetto and back, two stops to consult the map, and twenty minutes later, we arrived at the parking garage. Up and up we went, all the way to the roof. Down the elevator, across the street and back up the elevator. Miles of hallways, three stops at information desks and two more elevators later, we arrived at the registration desk.
The most complicated and exhausting pregnancy related appointment I’ve ever had to make it to, but we made it. A damn good thing, too, considering the next appointment they could have made me was in eight weeks.
Away we went, into the ultrasound room. MJ sat mesmerized, staring at the screen from her stroller, occasionally stuffing a bunny cracker into her mouth. There were measurements upon measurements, and screen shots spitting out of the printer. Finally, just as MJ lost interest and started to fiddle with the buckles, looking for an escape, the technician asked if we wanted to know. The answer, of course, was an enthusiastic yes.
And so, now we know.
But, I won’t tell you just yet. That wouldn’t be any fun at all. No, I want to know what all of y’all think. Do we have another round of pink dresses, ponytails and nail polish coming our way? Or are we headed down the path of construction, destruction and blue jeans?
(really, could I be any more stereotypical?)
There’s a little poll over there ———–>
Go, vote and make me happy. I promise to let the cat out of the bag on Monday, my 20-week halfway-done wahoo-celebration day.
(unless, of course, you’re friends with my can’t-keep-anything-to-himself-husband on facebook. because you clearly know by now :-)
I won’t tell :) Congratulations!
First – I am happy that everything appears to be healthy with Baby3.
Second – I think boy.
Third – No particular reason why I think boy.
Fourth – I just do.
I might be mad that your husband knows enough about FB security to keep me from figuring it out just now. Maybe. Not that I would have ever thought to even try. Ahem.
*Hangs head in shame*
Totally clicked on your fb and clicked on your dh’ to see if I could see it because patience is not a virtue I have. Pouting that I have to wait.
I am glad everything is okay and I did vote. I voted boy because that is what I hope you are having but I deep down think girl. 3 of my friends who have 2 girls are pregnant with a 3rd and its girls. So maybe its something in the water?? I hope though you consumed a different one and get to experience the “construction and destruction” because while I agree its stereotypical, its the truth.