Missi
So, I got to go to the doctors with my younger cousin who just found out she is pregnant. Her husband couldn't go because he had to work. So, I went. It was quite an eventful day. I met the man that delivered me many many year ago. It was kinda weird to shake his hand and think this is the man that pulled me out of the womb (I was a C-section). He also remembered my mother- which was really kinda neat. He had some nice things to say about her. It wasn't like he was making it up because they worked in the same hospital- so he would have known her better than just a patient. He, however, didn't recognize me- go figure!! :)
So he gives her an exam and then says that he wants to do a doppler and see if we can hear the heartbeat. At first we didn't hear anything, and then finally whoosh, whoosh, whoosh....Houston, that is a heartbeat. It was freakin' amazing. I would be lying if I didn't say that I got a little choked up. The doctor then explains that she must be 12 weeks along for us to hear the heartbeat. He schedules a sonogram.
We go down the hall to the sonogram room and get to see the first pictures of baby. First she measured his head, and determined she wasn't just 12 weeks- but 19 weeks. We are not going to even get into my emotions dealing with how you can be 5 explicative months along and have absolutely no clue. I am trying to remember that not everyone is as intune with their body, and she wasn't trying to conceive. She has a slew of medical issues, one of which is polycystic ovarian syndrome and was told many years ago she wouldn't be able too. I guess being doctor is related to weathermen.
Anyways, we also got to find out that it is going to be a little boy. I made her explain why she thought it was a "dingle bop" (as she put it) vs. the umbilical cord. She convinced me. My nickname for him is now dinglebop. And when he takes a girl to the prom, I am going to tell his date that I saw it first!! :) My cousin also asked me to be in the labor and delivery room with her (along with her husband, mom, and mother in law). I must admit that I am kinda excited by this proposition. Maybe this is how it is all supposed to work out. I am supposed to only have cats and dogs, but I still get to kinda experience the whole kid thing through my cousin's experiences. It might be time to just accept that. Ok, I should also mention that being there is a little scary for me too. I show the video 4 times a year. It isn't pretty. It is really kinda messy, almost borderline gross....and yet in this weird way, I think it will be awesome.
January 14th is the big day.....
And now onto today, I didn't sleep well last night--which is making me exceptionally tired now. But there is stuff to do- lots of stuff. More canning, weeding, and cleaning. I still haven't filled the loose bird seed- which makes the birds sad. Oh, and it is trash day- which means if I don't get downstairs and put it out- bad things will happen....eek.
So he gives her an exam and then says that he wants to do a doppler and see if we can hear the heartbeat. At first we didn't hear anything, and then finally whoosh, whoosh, whoosh....Houston, that is a heartbeat. It was freakin' amazing. I would be lying if I didn't say that I got a little choked up. The doctor then explains that she must be 12 weeks along for us to hear the heartbeat. He schedules a sonogram.
We go down the hall to the sonogram room and get to see the first pictures of baby. First she measured his head, and determined she wasn't just 12 weeks- but 19 weeks. We are not going to even get into my emotions dealing with how you can be 5 explicative months along and have absolutely no clue. I am trying to remember that not everyone is as intune with their body, and she wasn't trying to conceive. She has a slew of medical issues, one of which is polycystic ovarian syndrome and was told many years ago she wouldn't be able too. I guess being doctor is related to weathermen.
Anyways, we also got to find out that it is going to be a little boy. I made her explain why she thought it was a "dingle bop" (as she put it) vs. the umbilical cord. She convinced me. My nickname for him is now dinglebop. And when he takes a girl to the prom, I am going to tell his date that I saw it first!! :) My cousin also asked me to be in the labor and delivery room with her (along with her husband, mom, and mother in law). I must admit that I am kinda excited by this proposition. Maybe this is how it is all supposed to work out. I am supposed to only have cats and dogs, but I still get to kinda experience the whole kid thing through my cousin's experiences. It might be time to just accept that. Ok, I should also mention that being there is a little scary for me too. I show the video 4 times a year. It isn't pretty. It is really kinda messy, almost borderline gross....and yet in this weird way, I think it will be awesome.
January 14th is the big day.....
And now onto today, I didn't sleep well last night--which is making me exceptionally tired now. But there is stuff to do- lots of stuff. More canning, weeding, and cleaning. I still haven't filled the loose bird seed- which makes the birds sad. Oh, and it is trash day- which means if I don't get downstairs and put it out- bad things will happen....eek.