Survey says?

So we went to the doctor yesterday to find out the gender. I gotta say I was quite nervous. This is the moment that we're going to find out which way we're going with this whole child rearing thing. Is it going to be Barbie dolls and dresses? Or will it be dump trucks and bugs?*

So we get to the doctor. Ok, we were a little bit late, about 10 minutes, but we did call to say we were running late. Once we got there, they told us it'd be 10 mintues. However, we waited quite a while before they called us in. I think they were punishing us. Finally they call us in to the ultrasound room. They have Ivori lay down and pull up her shirt. They put the goop on rather generously. Honestly, I'm not sure the purpose of the icy cold goop. Is it to make the little hand held reader thing glide easier? Or does it help them get a better picture? Seems like they wouldn't need so much, but I'm not the trained professional. Another thing that stuck out to me...why is the video screen so tiny? The ultrasound machine itself is a huge piece of equipment, but the screen that we're all huddled around has got to be about 10 inches. So the tech gets started with her scan.

"There's the head. Good size. There's the heart. Good heart rate. There's an arm, aaaand some fingers. There's the feet."

Now I know the young lady is doing her job and these are all things that we need to check. However, I can't help but be antsy. I'm trying to catch a glimpse of any telling shots, but of course I have no idea what I'm looking at. So I wait.

"There's your uterus, let's measure that. Looks good. There's the spine. Some ribs. All looking good. There's your placenta. Do you smoke?"

Wait, WHAT?!??! No! Neither of us smoke. Why? Do you see something? Is something wrong? What is it?

"Oh no, I was just gonna say, if you did smoke, your placenta would be all shriveled up, but yours looks fine."

Then WHY would you even say that?!?!

"Oook, there's the face. See you can see the mouth, nose and forehead. There's the toes."

Now at this point, I'm really ready for her to just get to it. She's actually passed the "area" a few times now and I've been tryinig to see if I could or couldn't see something. Maybe if I spot something on my own we can just get this over with.

"Ok, so are you guys sure you want to know the gender?"

YES!!! Let's do this already!

"Ok, here ya go..."



IS SHE SURE?

"Just to be sure..."



So there you have it peoples. Madison Simone it is!






* - My wife's contribution to the blog.

Sympathy Weight: Explained!

Ok, so I can easily explain what's commonly known as "sympathy weight". What is that? Well, let's just say, it's when the husband looks pregnant as well. Sometimes more than his wife does. Also, not always, the husband might even get sick in a way that can only explained as morning sickness. Impossible you say? Let me explain.

The weight is the easist to explain. I will explain it in prose:

Wife: (tapping on my her husbands shoulder to wake him up) "Honey...honey?"
Husband: (barely awake) "Yeah, what is it? You ok?"
Wife: "Huh? Oh yeah I'm good. Um..I'm going to need an egg mcmuffin with cheese."
Husband: "Egg mcmuffin?"
Wife: "with cheese"
Husband: (rolls over to look at the clock) "You know it's like 5:30 in the morning?"
Wife: "uh huh...and a hash brown too"
Husband: "Can't I just get you something from downstairs?"
Wife: "You know what, just go ahead and make it a meal. I'll have an orange juice."
Husband: "We have orange juice downs...(see's the evil eye, even in the dark). I'll be right back"

Husband goes to the drive through at the butt-crack of dawn.

Drive-thru girl: "how may I help you?"
Husband: "Number 1 please"
DTG: "What would like to drink?"
Husband: "orange juice"
DTG: "WOULD YOU LIKE ANYTHING ELSE?"

The magic words. Now in your mind you're thinking to yourself, "I didn't want anything, but it really would make sense to get something for myself since I did drive all the way over here and I am a little peckish."

Husband: "Ya'll make any McGriddle's yet?"
DTG: "We sure have."
Husband: "Word? Ok, um let me get one of those and a hash brown...you know what, let's just make it a meal. Yeah, orange juice."
DTG: "You know you have orange juice at ho..."(sees the evil eye).

And there you have it. Basically, it's the drive thru girl's fault. She made me doubt myself. I didn't come here for me, but I do enjoy pancakes infused with syrup, sausage and egg. It's all of my favorite breafast items conveiniently fashioned together into a sandwhich. It's downright brilliant if you ask me.

The rest is self-explanitory. As far as getting any morning sickness, I can't say that's happened to me yet. It's early still. If anything happens, you'll be the third to know.

Ultrasound - 10x better than regular sound!

I would like to introduce to you, our baby Madijack.



Now I know what you're asking yourself. The answer is, the head is to the left. Your second question is, "What's a Madijack? Can you make long distance calls with that?" The answer is, that's our baby's name...for now. We still don't know what the sex is yet (too soon). We do know however what our child's name will be.

(drumroll)

If it's a boy it will be Jackson and if it's a girl it will be Madison. Since we can't just keep saying, "Hey Baby, what are you doing in there?", the baby's name will temporarily be Madijack. Trust me, the other way was worse and it kinda sounded like Jackson anyway. I think it's a good placeholder name. I'm actually getting a little too attached to it. I'm going to try really hard not to call the child that when it's confirmed (but I'll be thinking it).

If you look closely, you can kinda see the baby's brain. You can also see the facial profile (nose and lips). Click on the picture for a larger view. When we were there, I saw the baby moving. If you think the still picture is something, you have to see it live. It is amazing to see the baby moving around in there. The way the baby was moving around, it looked like Madijack was trying to find a good comfortable spot. Yeah, your mother does that all the time too when she's trying to sleep, Madijack. She also steals the covers, but that's a story for another day.