So we had our four month doctors appointment today where we THOUGHT we were going to find out the sex of the baby. Looks like my skepticism about the 4-D ultrasound pictures will have to wait another month. We're supposed to find out the sex at the next appointment. And I was informed that the medical industry being used at my doctor's office made a leap in technology from recording on VHS tapes for ultrasounds to using....DVD's. Good thing too, I have a feeling it wasn't too long that they upgraded from Betamax to VHS so I feel like they're making great strides. However, we did find out that the baby's heart was beating about 150 beats per minute. If I believe in old wives tales, and I'm trying to decide if I do, that indicates it'll be a boy.
My posting yesterday has sparked more worry regarding baby clothes. I have a fear that we're going to get a lot of cute clothes, but they're all be in the six month old range. And babies grow pretty fast. I just have this image in my head of a baby ripping through clothes like The Hulk because he/she grows so fast. Instead of rippling muscles, it's rippling rolls of baby fat shredding clothes to bits. I don't want to see the baby angry, cause I have a feeling I wouldn't like it when it's angry. I was casually reassured by a friend that everything will be ok, and I'll get plenty of clothes. However, after that it's up to me. Maybe it won't be that our kid grows out of the clothes too fast. It'll probably be us who won't buy new clothes fast enough leaving the kid no choice but to rip out of it's clothes. Ugh...until next time.
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Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
Osh-gosh-b'gosh
Aside from the fact that this blog is entitled "A Day in the Life" I may or may not post everyday, weekends especially. Sorry folks, I have a life too and it doesn't always require me to be around my computer. That being said, thanks for reading!!!!
I got to thinking, with my four month doctor's appointment tomorrow (I'll be 17 weeks on Wednesday!) we're supposed to find out the sex of the baby. Heath and I are the kinds of people who HAVE to know the sex of our baby, provided the baby isn't shy. We like to plan far in advance, and if we didn't know the sex not only would it eat us alive not knowing and be unable to buy all the cute outfits, but I hate to have this conversation, only because I've had with other preggo women:
Friend or family member: "I got your baby shower invite, that's exciting! Are you finding out the sex?"
Me: "Thank you! No, we want to be surprised." :)
Friend or family member: "Ohhh, so what are you looking for as far as gifts go?"
Me: "The usual"
Friend or family member: "Oh, so you don't really have a preference?"
Me: "No, but we're looking for cute clothes so we would appreciate those."
Friend or family member: "Ohhhhh well, shit. Well, be seein' ya around."
See the ending leaves an awkward silence. Now, I'm not knocking those women who want to be surprised by the sex of their baby. If you can stand it for nine months to not know, more power to ya. The mock conversation is more of an exasperated expression at the thought of trying to find a gender neutral outfit in the range of a three to nine month old child. I would rather have this type of conversation:
Friend or famliy member: "I got your baby shower invite, that's exciting! Are you finding out the sex?"
Me: "Thank you! Yes, we are finding out! We can't stand not knowing."
Friend or family member: "Oh great! Are there any gifts you're wanting in particular?"
Me: "Well, we would appreciate some older clothes, somewhere in the three to nine month old range, mainly since kids grow out of them so fast."
Friend or family member: "Fantastic! That makes it so much easier to find a gift!"
BOOM! No awkward ending, and no awkward silence at the end. Again, I'm not knocking the women who can stand to wait the duration of their preggo period, and want to be surprised, like I said, more power to ya. It just sucks because Osh-gosh-b'gosh doesn't make a gender neutral outfit for a nine month old.
While I'm thinking about the ultrasound, it kind of creeps me out seeing these 4-D ultrasound pictures. Some people are freaked out by the fact that they have a living being growing inside of them, and others are perfectly fine with it. Me, I'm perfectly fine with something growing inside of me. But, seeing a picture of an underdeveloped child inside me kind of creeps me out. They kind of look like a fetal Cheech Marin.
I'm not sure I could handle looking at one of my own kid. At this stage in the game, don't all babies in the womb look alike? If they could just show me the area concerning the sex of the baby so that I know what kind of Osh-gosh-b'gosh outfits I can tell people to buy, I would be perfectly fine with that. At any rate, I could just borrow someone elses 4-D ultrasound picture of their baby's face and say "look this is my baby!" and no one could tell the difference. It wouldn't look like Heath or I, but more like Cheech or Harry S. Truman. Ew, that's another creepy thought.
I'm not saying that I wouldn't want it for the baby's scrapbook someday, and would probably be angry at myself if I didn't get one or keep the one I was given. I'm just saying they're a little creepy. God, who knows. When I get one I'll probably think it's the cutest thing I've ever seen, even though it's the ugliest thing everyone else has ever seen. Hell, I can barely watch CSI-type shows or animal shows while I eat without gagging, how will I be able to look at a tiny fetus with underdeveloped features on a normal basis by having this picture? Maybe I'm thinking about it too much. I guess I won't know how I really feel about it until it happens and I'm able to choose and pick out the right kind of Osh-gosh-b'gosh clothes.
I got to thinking, with my four month doctor's appointment tomorrow (I'll be 17 weeks on Wednesday!) we're supposed to find out the sex of the baby. Heath and I are the kinds of people who HAVE to know the sex of our baby, provided the baby isn't shy. We like to plan far in advance, and if we didn't know the sex not only would it eat us alive not knowing and be unable to buy all the cute outfits, but I hate to have this conversation, only because I've had with other preggo women:
Friend or family member: "I got your baby shower invite, that's exciting! Are you finding out the sex?"
Me: "Thank you! No, we want to be surprised." :)
Friend or family member: "Ohhh, so what are you looking for as far as gifts go?"
Me: "The usual"
Friend or family member: "Oh, so you don't really have a preference?"
Me: "No, but we're looking for cute clothes so we would appreciate those."
Friend or family member: "Ohhhhh well, shit. Well, be seein' ya around."
See the ending leaves an awkward silence. Now, I'm not knocking those women who want to be surprised by the sex of their baby. If you can stand it for nine months to not know, more power to ya. The mock conversation is more of an exasperated expression at the thought of trying to find a gender neutral outfit in the range of a three to nine month old child. I would rather have this type of conversation:
Friend or famliy member: "I got your baby shower invite, that's exciting! Are you finding out the sex?"
Me: "Thank you! Yes, we are finding out! We can't stand not knowing."
Friend or family member: "Oh great! Are there any gifts you're wanting in particular?"
Me: "Well, we would appreciate some older clothes, somewhere in the three to nine month old range, mainly since kids grow out of them so fast."
Friend or family member: "Fantastic! That makes it so much easier to find a gift!"
BOOM! No awkward ending, and no awkward silence at the end. Again, I'm not knocking the women who can stand to wait the duration of their preggo period, and want to be surprised, like I said, more power to ya. It just sucks because Osh-gosh-b'gosh doesn't make a gender neutral outfit for a nine month old.
While I'm thinking about the ultrasound, it kind of creeps me out seeing these 4-D ultrasound pictures. Some people are freaked out by the fact that they have a living being growing inside of them, and others are perfectly fine with it. Me, I'm perfectly fine with something growing inside of me. But, seeing a picture of an underdeveloped child inside me kind of creeps me out. They kind of look like a fetal Cheech Marin.
I'm not sure I could handle looking at one of my own kid. At this stage in the game, don't all babies in the womb look alike? If they could just show me the area concerning the sex of the baby so that I know what kind of Osh-gosh-b'gosh outfits I can tell people to buy, I would be perfectly fine with that. At any rate, I could just borrow someone elses 4-D ultrasound picture of their baby's face and say "look this is my baby!" and no one could tell the difference. It wouldn't look like Heath or I, but more like Cheech or Harry S. Truman. Ew, that's another creepy thought.
I'm not saying that I wouldn't want it for the baby's scrapbook someday, and would probably be angry at myself if I didn't get one or keep the one I was given. I'm just saying they're a little creepy. God, who knows. When I get one I'll probably think it's the cutest thing I've ever seen, even though it's the ugliest thing everyone else has ever seen. Hell, I can barely watch CSI-type shows or animal shows while I eat without gagging, how will I be able to look at a tiny fetus with underdeveloped features on a normal basis by having this picture? Maybe I'm thinking about it too much. I guess I won't know how I really feel about it until it happens and I'm able to choose and pick out the right kind of Osh-gosh-b'gosh clothes.
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