Our 20-week ultrasound showed that everything was good, and there's an interesting twist: Phillip learned the sex of the baby, and I didn't.
I like the surprise, but he wanted to find out. Our conversation about it beforehand went something like this:
Phillip: We've done knowing, we've done not knowing, now let's do something different. You know, make it exciting.
Me: I'm growing a person that's going to exit my body in a few months. Is that exciting enough?
Phillip: Nah, we've already done that.
Haha, he's hilarious. Anyway, he got his wish and lording the secret over me is every bit as exciting as he hoped. Every few days he randomly leans over and whispers in my ear, "I know what the baby is." (The 'and you don't, neener neener neener' is simply implied.)
If you already think unborn babies look a little freaky, I recommend against getting a 3D ultrasound. That smooshed pumpkin face will haunt your dreams.
I didn't even know my OB could do both, but they gave us some traditional cute baby pictures like this:
And some scary ones that look like we're being cursed by Lord Voldemort:
|Avada Kedavra! In 3D!|
(Note: when you show your older kids a 3D ultrasound picture for the first time, they'll respond with comments like, "What's that?" "Creepy," and "Why is the baby's face all goopy?")
With everyone having end-of-the-year everything, winter sports (which are new to us,) and getting ready for Christmas, our schedule is jam-packed.
Saturdays in particular feel like marathons. Our last Saturday included:
- basketball practice
- one indoor soccer game
- a birthday party (not ours, thankfully)
- a violin lesson
- Phillip performing in 2 showings of a play
- me dropping the baby off at a friend's and taking the older kids to see the Nutcracker
I have really shocked myself by not having a nervous breakdown yet. It happens practically every Christmas season around this time, but... nothing yet. Could it be that this is the year??
Since we're spending half our lives in the minivan these days (see take #3,) the kids are enjoying looking out the windows at all the Christmas decorations.
My 4-year-old is particularly fond of the giant inflatable figures in people's yards and yells every time, "There's a blown-up Santa/reindeer/snowman!" which never fails to elicit explosion sounds and uncontrollable laughter from my son in the backseat.
I randomly muttered to myself, "I wish I had a lot of pennies" and Phillip perked right up. Turns out a friend is redoing his floor with pennies and just happens to have $400 worth of them at this very moment. What a random coincidence.
His wife approached me with a confused look at church the next morning and said, "Bret said this is for you...?" and handed me a Ziploc baggie of 200 pennies.
I used to joke that all I'd ever won was a beanie baby in a raffle at the public library (which doesn't even count because it was my daughter using my name) but I guess my luck it is a-changin' because you're looking at the winner of a $10 Amazon gift code from Experienced Bad Mom!
If you've never read Experienced Bad Mom, you're missing out. This lady is funny. Pretty much all you need to know about her blog is in her tagline: "Everything I've done wrong with my first child, I've done wrong with my second child as well."
Who's excited for the new Star Wars movie? Not me. I guess they were an iconic part of Phillip's childhood, though, so he's on a quest to sit down with our kids and watch all 27 of the old ones (or however many there are) and then take them to go see the new one in the theater.
Part of the problem is that I don't get the numbering. How is the 4th one (I mean the IVth one) the 1st one, again? So confused.
I obviously wasn't very into Star Wars as a kid, but the thing is, you didn't need to be in order to enjoy droning into a box fan "Luuuuuke, I am your faaaa-ther!" I mean, I'm happy to teach the kids how to do that if Phillip wants.