Thursday, May 27, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
And the Waiting Begins…
A few weeks back I told you about going in for our first trimester Down Syndrome/Trisomy 13 and 18 screen. We had to wait about a week for the results. (Which I neglected to post, btw, but the results were good. My risk of Down Syndrome was halfed to approximately that of a 31 year old and my risk of Trisomy 13 and 18 was something astronomically in our favor like 1 in 7800.)
But waiting that week for those results was nothing like the eight hour wait I have today.
Here are the facts:
1) I went to the doctor this morning for an ultrasound.
2) At 17 weeks along, the baby is big enough to determine its sex.
3) My husband couldn’t come to this appointment.
So what’s a girl to do? We want to know the baby’s sex, but I thought it would be sweet for us to find out together. So I asked him last week if he was OK with me finding out or if he’d rather I get the ultrasound tech to write it on a piece of paper and put it in an envelope for us so we could open it together after work.
At first he said either way, he didn’t care; but this weekend he developed an opinion on the matter and said he liked the idea of us finding out together after work. I have to admit, at first I was (selfishly) glad he said he didn’t care. Instant gratification—I could know as soon as the ultrasound tech knew. But a little (ok, a sizeable) part of me is glad he wanted to find out together. It will be sweet. … But instant gratification went right out the window with his decision.
Right now two people on this planet know the sex of my baby – the doctor and the tech. I’ve got the Top Secret Information in an envelope which I sealed so I wouldn’t be tempted to peek. And I’ve got a seven to eight hour wait until I can share this information with my husband. Today may be the Slowest. Work. Day. Ever.
One hour down…
One last note: I want to go on the record here as saying I think it's going to be a boy. We'll know if my spidey-sense was right or not in a few agonizingly long hours. If you want to go on the record with your guess, leave a comment.
But waiting that week for those results was nothing like the eight hour wait I have today.
Here are the facts:
1) I went to the doctor this morning for an ultrasound.
2) At 17 weeks along, the baby is big enough to determine its sex.
3) My husband couldn’t come to this appointment.
So what’s a girl to do? We want to know the baby’s sex, but I thought it would be sweet for us to find out together. So I asked him last week if he was OK with me finding out or if he’d rather I get the ultrasound tech to write it on a piece of paper and put it in an envelope for us so we could open it together after work.
At first he said either way, he didn’t care; but this weekend he developed an opinion on the matter and said he liked the idea of us finding out together after work. I have to admit, at first I was (selfishly) glad he said he didn’t care. Instant gratification—I could know as soon as the ultrasound tech knew. But a little (ok, a sizeable) part of me is glad he wanted to find out together. It will be sweet. … But instant gratification went right out the window with his decision.
Right now two people on this planet know the sex of my baby – the doctor and the tech. I’ve got the Top Secret Information in an envelope which I sealed so I wouldn’t be tempted to peek. And I’ve got a seven to eight hour wait until I can share this information with my husband. Today may be the Slowest. Work. Day. Ever.
One hour down…
One last note: I want to go on the record here as saying I think it's going to be a boy. We'll know if my spidey-sense was right or not in a few agonizingly long hours. If you want to go on the record with your guess, leave a comment.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Headline Hijinks
I'm convinced that the people who write headlines do not always read them aloud. For example, this gem from MSN.com: Utah's lack of size spells big problems. The story is about the Utah Jazz basketball team. However the headline makes it sound like the wives of Utah are ready to revolt because of, ahem, unsatisfactory size issues.
Happy Monday, everybody.
Happy Monday, everybody.
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