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Friday, February 24, 2012
Boy or girl?
After living with a wild child the past few weeks, I'm really starting to wonder what this next kiddo is going to be like. Another silly, energetic boy? Or perhaps we'll be blessed with a more relaxed lad who takes after his/her daddy. Because Mac is pretty much his mommy, through and through. ...A little high-strung busy bee.
Some people don’t want to know what they are having—they want to be surprised after all that effort of labor. And I can appreciate that. But us? We want to know ASAP. For me, realizing that I could order a turkey sandwich via touch screen in my hospital room was enough of a surprise surrounding Mac's birth. Oh, and that whole surgery thing.
So, we just want to know NOW—is it a boy or a girl?
...And next week, we will!
Nope, I'm nowhere near the 19-21 week window when most people find out the gender of their baby at the OB's office. I'll be just 14.5 weeks next Wednesday. And that's when the wonderful world of technology will grace us with its super early determination of whether this tiny little bean is a He or a She.
We're traveling on up to Powell to Ultrasona Columbus, a 3D/4D sonographer that can tell you what you're having in as little as just 14 weeks pregnant. And you can invite up to 18 people to partake in the magic! But we're taking just Mac. Sorry, but I think it's kind of creepy to have a sizeable audience watching while goo is smeared on your naked belly and a photo of the fetus is blasted onto a 50" plasma. To each his own, of course, and you can bet that we WILL share the news shortly after.
We're getting just a 2D ultrasound, because that's the best for early gender recognition, and I think the 3D and 4D ones are totally bizarre. I'll wait to see my babe's actual facial features after he's born. That's at least one more surprise for me. ...Even more surprising that automatically-delivered turkey sammies!
If it's a boy, this will be the second test that has confirmed the baby as such. See, we are so crazily eager to find out the gender that we plopped down $45 for an Intelligender at-home test a few weeks back. It's kind of hokey, but why not try it out for the fun of it? (Although the cashier at Walgreens said, "That's a lot of money for fun.") And it was, I honestly wouldn't recommend it. But we did it, and it said "Boy!" We took the same Intelligender test when I about 16 weeks pregnant with Mac and it also said "Boy!" So, we'll see if we're two for two in the goofy pee-test department.
We also paid for a 3D ultrasound of Mac at about 18 weeks. This time, we're just doing everything a bit earlier. Obviously, we are losers with nothing better to do, and nothing better to spend our hard-earned money on. I mean, we have a kid, so we don't go out anymore and blow it on ourselves. And I'm fat now anyway, so my Target clothing expenses have come waaaaay down the past few months.
So, I say it's fun to splurge a bit if you are as gender-hungry (ewe, sounds weird) as us. Or, you can try out some of the free, online options—also fun in my book!
Gender prediction quiz (This one says "boy" for us, too.)
Chinese gender prediction (But this one? – "girl.")
Friday, February 17, 2012
The mind of a 20-month-old boy
I love my son Cormac James to an infinite amount of little bitty, itty witty, wittle (made-up word) pieces. So much so that it hurts. In fact, this morning as I drove him to daycare, I cried as I looked at his adorable contemplative face in the rear-view mirror (Yes, he faces front now—In your face, AAP child seat guidelines!) Anyway, I cried because this sweet little child is MINE. I made him (with some help) and I get to watch him grow up, and learn to do really cool things, and become a respectable young man who loves his mommy more than any other girl in the world!
But I also have to watch him fall down sometimes (tear), get sick occasionally (double tear), and nearly stick a fork in the head of an unsuspecting customer at Tee-Jay's. ...Yeah, I think I'd definitely cry at the thought of getting sued for that one.
It's a good thing I love this kid so much, because there are the occasional days when he drives me absolutely nuts. I mean, he's a toddler and can barely speak and is only like 33 inches tall and wears a diaper. He poops in his own pants. But somehow this seemingly helpless and innocent little one has the upper hand on me and daddy, most of the time.
Maybe it's a boy thing. I don't know, I only have a boy and I only have one of them so I have nothing to compare it to, really. But it seems like they are typically more mischievous than their female counterparts. Not smarter—definitely not smarter—just more willing to push the envelope and all sense of peace and orderliness.
Now I fully expect every child to be just that—a child. To run around, pull out toys, occasionally scream at the top of their lungs for no reason, to smack the dog and laugh each time. But then they have their down time, right? ...Sit and read a book for 15 minutes? ...Right?
I swear I see little girls doing this.
But Mac? No way, Jose. And I bet if you have a little boy(s) you can relate. Or maybe you have a crazy little lady and can relate. Do you sometimes feel as if the following is what is going on inside your kid's head at night? That wonderful little "witching" hour right before bedtime?
Try to pull cord out of wall. Yank hard, yank hard, yank hard. (laugh, scream, run)
Glass cup on corner of table. Reach for it, grab it, throw it down. (laugh, scream, run)
Laptop is open. Hit every key. Pick it up. Drop it. (laugh, scream, run)
Everything on the coffee table, throw it on the floor.
Everything on the side table, throw it on the floor.
Everything in the toy bin, throw it on the floor. (laugh, but definitely don't actually play with anything)
Everything in mommy's purse, pull it out and throw it on the floor.
Everything in your diaper bag, pull it out and throw it on the floor.
A new pack of diapers! Pull each one out and throw it on the floor.
Take a second to notice the clippers you recently removed from the diaper bag, and act like you're trying to clip your toenails.
...Awe, that's actually kind of cute. (tear) But the second I think he's sitting for a second, he gets bored and jumps up.
"Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy!"
"Cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese!"
"Wawa, wawa, wawa, wawa, wawa, wawa, wawa, wawa, wawa, wawa!" (water)
(Five seconds of chugging)
Throw cup at Roxy. Smack Roxy repeatedly. Hit daddy with a book repeatedly. (laugh, scream, run)
Climb atop window seat and bang head and hands against window for 20 minutes.
Pull a leaf off of every plant on the window seat.
Launch yourself off of window seat and start crying.
BEDTIME!!!!
And you know what? The kid just grabs his Binky, waves bye-bye to daddy, and walks (crawls) upstairs to his bedroom for "night, night." And then I hold him, and rock him for a second, and kiss his forehead, and lay him down, and rub the temples of his forehead, and walk out the door. And he falls asleep. (We have it easy, for now, I know).
And then I pass out on the couch. And wonder how the heck we will deal with two of them come August.
But I also have to watch him fall down sometimes (tear), get sick occasionally (double tear), and nearly stick a fork in the head of an unsuspecting customer at Tee-Jay's. ...Yeah, I think I'd definitely cry at the thought of getting sued for that one.
It's a good thing I love this kid so much, because there are the occasional days when he drives me absolutely nuts. I mean, he's a toddler and can barely speak and is only like 33 inches tall and wears a diaper. He poops in his own pants. But somehow this seemingly helpless and innocent little one has the upper hand on me and daddy, most of the time.
Maybe it's a boy thing. I don't know, I only have a boy and I only have one of them so I have nothing to compare it to, really. But it seems like they are typically more mischievous than their female counterparts. Not smarter—definitely not smarter—just more willing to push the envelope and all sense of peace and orderliness.
Now I fully expect every child to be just that—a child. To run around, pull out toys, occasionally scream at the top of their lungs for no reason, to smack the dog and laugh each time. But then they have their down time, right? ...Sit and read a book for 15 minutes? ...Right?
I swear I see little girls doing this.
But Mac? No way, Jose. And I bet if you have a little boy(s) you can relate. Or maybe you have a crazy little lady and can relate. Do you sometimes feel as if the following is what is going on inside your kid's head at night? That wonderful little "witching" hour right before bedtime?
Try to pull cord out of wall. Yank hard, yank hard, yank hard. (laugh, scream, run)
Glass cup on corner of table. Reach for it, grab it, throw it down. (laugh, scream, run)
Laptop is open. Hit every key. Pick it up. Drop it. (laugh, scream, run)
Everything on the coffee table, throw it on the floor.
Everything on the side table, throw it on the floor.
Everything in the toy bin, throw it on the floor. (laugh, but definitely don't actually play with anything)
Everything in mommy's purse, pull it out and throw it on the floor.
Everything in your diaper bag, pull it out and throw it on the floor.
A new pack of diapers! Pull each one out and throw it on the floor.
Take a second to notice the clippers you recently removed from the diaper bag, and act like you're trying to clip your toenails.
...Awe, that's actually kind of cute. (tear) But the second I think he's sitting for a second, he gets bored and jumps up.
"Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy!"
"Cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese!"
"Wawa, wawa, wawa, wawa, wawa, wawa, wawa, wawa, wawa, wawa!" (water)
(Five seconds of chugging)
Throw cup at Roxy. Smack Roxy repeatedly. Hit daddy with a book repeatedly. (laugh, scream, run)
Climb atop window seat and bang head and hands against window for 20 minutes.
Pull a leaf off of every plant on the window seat.
Launch yourself off of window seat and start crying.
BEDTIME!!!!
And you know what? The kid just grabs his Binky, waves bye-bye to daddy, and walks (crawls) upstairs to his bedroom for "night, night." And then I hold him, and rock him for a second, and kiss his forehead, and lay him down, and rub the temples of his forehead, and walk out the door. And he falls asleep. (We have it easy, for now, I know).
And then I pass out on the couch. And wonder how the heck we will deal with two of them come August.
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