February 28, 2008 (if you are reading this blog on Thursday...do NOT tell anyone until Friday after 8:00 am! I still have to tell Abby, my family, and my students...Thanks!)
So today was the BIG day! They call my name and I'm so nervous. The sonar nurse said we would "try" to see what the baby was, but I was a little early and technically cheating. (I felt like I had been sent to the principal's office). So after seeing this baby kick, squirm, flip, open its mouth, etc...she says "Well, I'm going to have to say it's a ????????????" and she typed a ? all across the top of the screen. (I thought she was kidding- she wasn't!) "What do you mean?" I said. Then she proceeds to tell me how the umbilical cord is kind of in the way, yada yada yada-
"Well what do you THINK it is?" I said. She told me she was really leaning toward a girl because she saw 3 lines. Scott is dying laughing in the corner (he said this was my punishment for moving my appointment up)- I'm furious at him for laughing, mad at the sonar tech because she can't tell me for sure.....anyway....we head toward the doctor's area when my nurse, Lindsay, comes running up and asking me what it was. I tell her the whole story and she says "Let me see the picture". I show it to her and she says..."Oh, it's a taco! It's a girl! (Don't you think it's hilarious that they use phrases like 'taco', 'hamburger', 'turtle'). She then goes to tell the other sonar tech (who I learned today was the BEST) what had happened. She (Paula) then grabs me out of the doctor's office and tells me to come to her sonar room that she'll do another sonar herself. Yippee!!!!! (This was so much fun ya'll -the whole office was as excited as I was). She wouldn't let me tell her anything about the first sonar. She made me lay WAYYYY back (blood rushing to my head) because the baby was in an "odd" position. Right away she says..."Oh, I see a taco, it's a girl!" Really???? Are you sure??? She said "Go shopping girl...(by this time they had all figured out I was there because of Cottontails AND 3 other patients had called and tried to reschedule their sonars for the same reason HA HA HA). I asked her to give me a percentage. The first sonar was 75% sure it was a girl and the second sonar was over 85% sure. (Let me just say...if James Spann said there was an 85% chance of rain I would be carrying my umbrella and NOT planning a picnic!) So......we will find out for sure in 3 weeks when we do the big sonar (looking for organ development, etc), but for now it looks like it's a TACO! :)
PS....We did predictions at school today (my class and Abby's). 12 out of 14 in her class and 8 out of 12 in my class predicted a boy. Abby was NOT happy....perhaps our news tonight will make her feel better!!!!!! :)
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
I just gotta know!
February 22, 2008
I have a dear friend who can't stand not being "in the know." Seriously, she has to have details and facts as soon as possible! Well, yesterday I pulled an _______________ (name of friend).
My "gender" sonar was scheduled for Monday, March 3. Not a problem until I realized that Cottontails (the once a year arts/crafts show similar to Christmas Village) is only in town until March 2. Sidenote: we are giving Abby's room a "big girl" makeover...moved her furniture around, changed her bedding, and removed her "baby" stuff since she will no longer be "the baby". I've been looking for wall decor, accessories, etc and can't really find anything-so I was very excited about Cottontails because I knew I could find some cute stuff there.
Anyway...I started thinking....how can I go to Cottontails and NOT know what I'm having? All the cute possibilities of clothing, room decorations, etc etc. I mean, I would have to get business cards, order on-line, pay shipping....what sense does that make? So-the only reasonable thing to do was to change my doctor's appointment. Right? I called and asked if I could come in on Thursday instead of Monday....the nurse said "you mean the following Thursday?" I said, "Oh no, the Thursday BEFORE!" She actually said yes...but she sounded a little skeptical. I didn't DARE tell her I was changing it so I could go shopping at Cottontails and know what I was having! So I have a BIG request of all you readers....next Thursday PRAY that we get a good sonar picture and EVERYTHING is perfectly CLEAR...then I can shop in peace!!!!! :)
PS....Absolutely NO comments about "not finding out", "ruining the surprise", blah blah blah
People...do you really think that I (who am the ultimate planner) would NOT find out? Give me a break!
I have a dear friend who can't stand not being "in the know." Seriously, she has to have details and facts as soon as possible! Well, yesterday I pulled an _______________ (name of friend).
My "gender" sonar was scheduled for Monday, March 3. Not a problem until I realized that Cottontails (the once a year arts/crafts show similar to Christmas Village) is only in town until March 2. Sidenote: we are giving Abby's room a "big girl" makeover...moved her furniture around, changed her bedding, and removed her "baby" stuff since she will no longer be "the baby". I've been looking for wall decor, accessories, etc and can't really find anything-so I was very excited about Cottontails because I knew I could find some cute stuff there.
Anyway...I started thinking....how can I go to Cottontails and NOT know what I'm having? All the cute possibilities of clothing, room decorations, etc etc. I mean, I would have to get business cards, order on-line, pay shipping....what sense does that make? So-the only reasonable thing to do was to change my doctor's appointment. Right? I called and asked if I could come in on Thursday instead of Monday....the nurse said "you mean the following Thursday?" I said, "Oh no, the Thursday BEFORE!" She actually said yes...but she sounded a little skeptical. I didn't DARE tell her I was changing it so I could go shopping at Cottontails and know what I was having! So I have a BIG request of all you readers....next Thursday PRAY that we get a good sonar picture and EVERYTHING is perfectly CLEAR...then I can shop in peace!!!!! :)
PS....Absolutely NO comments about "not finding out", "ruining the surprise", blah blah blah
People...do you really think that I (who am the ultimate planner) would NOT find out? Give me a break!
Friday, February 1, 2008
Pregnancy Brain + Open Door = Police!!!!
February 1, 2008
Well let's just say that "pregnancy brain" is in FULL swing! (Although what you are about to read is NOT all my fault, only 1/3). Yesterday I copied a grammar paper, lost it, and found it all in less than 5 minutes. (If you know me at all, you know I do NOT lose things!) Today, it was a little more serious. Abby and I left home early afternoon to go watch my niece play in a basketball tournament. She's a senior and we want to see every game we can. I got in the car first (problem #1)....closed the garage door (or did I?...problem #2) and off we went. My niece won her game and we were off to celebrate at McDonald's. (No, I was NOT going to eat, just hang out for the fellowship.) As we were pulling into the parking lot, my cell phone rang. It was my neighbor. The conversation went something like this....
"Wendy, are you at home?"
"No, why?"
"Well, Nick said the police are walking through your house."
"WHAT?"
"He said your garage door was open, your house door was open, and your phone was off the hook."
"Oh my gosh! Is Scott there?"
"Well, I tried to call him but couldn't get him."
"I'm on my way!"
In the meantime, I have to tell everyone we're leaving the police are at my house. I call Scott and got him...."Get home, " I said. "The police are at our house."
With flashers on I drive hurriedly to see what in the world is going on.
When I arrive the 2nd and 3rd police cars (the "backup") are leaving. Scott is grinning from ear to ear and says..."Honey, I think you left the garage door up."
"I'm pretty sure I closed it."
Then the officer begins to unfold the scenario....He was regularly patrolling the neighborhood when the door of one of the model houses was open. He got out, checked it out, and locked the door. Then he sees my house. Garage door standing wide open(see problem #2). "Um, that's odd" he thought. He steps in a little further and hears what sounds like the phone off the hook. He assumes someone is upstairs needing to call 911 and can't. (Actually, when someone calls my house, lets it ring 4 times and doesn't leave a message, it makes an AWFUL buzzing noise for what seems like forever! Guess who called, let it ring, and DIDN'T leave a message...that would be Scott!) The officer begins to climb the stairs to the kitchen and finds the interior door "cracked" (see problem #1...Abby was the last one out of the house and "thought" she closed the door!) (All 3 of us had a small part in this "emergency" situation...ha ha) All this adds up to a major problem in the officer's eyes. (Sidenote: you must know that this particular officer just transferred from Tarrant where in his words, "an open door meant everything in the house was gone!) He calls for backup, my neighbor calls me, and I call Scott. In the meantime my sister had called my mom and dad (who had left the ballgame and were on their way to Alabaster) and they beat both of us to my house.
So, once the officer explained the "scenario", we put the pieces together. Abby forgot to close the door, I forgot to close the garage door, and Scott called the house and hung up at exactly the same time that the officer is walking through the basement. Abby's exact words when he said he found the kitchen door ajar..."Oops...my bad!"
OK, so what can we learn from this story:
1. It pays to have good neighbors who look out for one another. We love Lauchlin Lane!
2. ALWAYS close the doors and check them...then double check them!
3. Don't be in a hurry and beat your child to the car...check the door behind her!
4. WAIT in the driveway until the garage door is down!
5. Thank every officer of the law you see. They are willing to put themselves in danger at any time for us regular folk. God bless 'em!
6. This may be the most important....if you call Wendy's house and she doesn't answer...hang up before it rings 4 times or LEAVE A MESSAGE!!!!)
I'm only 13 weeks and this pregnancy has been quite a ride already!
So if I have "pregnancy brain," what's Scott and Abby's excuse????????????
Well let's just say that "pregnancy brain" is in FULL swing! (Although what you are about to read is NOT all my fault, only 1/3). Yesterday I copied a grammar paper, lost it, and found it all in less than 5 minutes. (If you know me at all, you know I do NOT lose things!) Today, it was a little more serious. Abby and I left home early afternoon to go watch my niece play in a basketball tournament. She's a senior and we want to see every game we can. I got in the car first (problem #1)....closed the garage door (or did I?...problem #2) and off we went. My niece won her game and we were off to celebrate at McDonald's. (No, I was NOT going to eat, just hang out for the fellowship.) As we were pulling into the parking lot, my cell phone rang. It was my neighbor. The conversation went something like this....
"Wendy, are you at home?"
"No, why?"
"Well, Nick said the police are walking through your house."
"WHAT?"
"He said your garage door was open, your house door was open, and your phone was off the hook."
"Oh my gosh! Is Scott there?"
"Well, I tried to call him but couldn't get him."
"I'm on my way!"
In the meantime, I have to tell everyone we're leaving the police are at my house. I call Scott and got him...."Get home, " I said. "The police are at our house."
With flashers on I drive hurriedly to see what in the world is going on.
When I arrive the 2nd and 3rd police cars (the "backup") are leaving. Scott is grinning from ear to ear and says..."Honey, I think you left the garage door up."
"I'm pretty sure I closed it."
Then the officer begins to unfold the scenario....He was regularly patrolling the neighborhood when the door of one of the model houses was open. He got out, checked it out, and locked the door. Then he sees my house. Garage door standing wide open(see problem #2). "Um, that's odd" he thought. He steps in a little further and hears what sounds like the phone off the hook. He assumes someone is upstairs needing to call 911 and can't. (Actually, when someone calls my house, lets it ring 4 times and doesn't leave a message, it makes an AWFUL buzzing noise for what seems like forever! Guess who called, let it ring, and DIDN'T leave a message...that would be Scott!) The officer begins to climb the stairs to the kitchen and finds the interior door "cracked" (see problem #1...Abby was the last one out of the house and "thought" she closed the door!) (All 3 of us had a small part in this "emergency" situation...ha ha) All this adds up to a major problem in the officer's eyes. (Sidenote: you must know that this particular officer just transferred from Tarrant where in his words, "an open door meant everything in the house was gone!) He calls for backup, my neighbor calls me, and I call Scott. In the meantime my sister had called my mom and dad (who had left the ballgame and were on their way to Alabaster) and they beat both of us to my house.
So, once the officer explained the "scenario", we put the pieces together. Abby forgot to close the door, I forgot to close the garage door, and Scott called the house and hung up at exactly the same time that the officer is walking through the basement. Abby's exact words when he said he found the kitchen door ajar..."Oops...my bad!"
OK, so what can we learn from this story:
1. It pays to have good neighbors who look out for one another. We love Lauchlin Lane!
2. ALWAYS close the doors and check them...then double check them!
3. Don't be in a hurry and beat your child to the car...check the door behind her!
4. WAIT in the driveway until the garage door is down!
5. Thank every officer of the law you see. They are willing to put themselves in danger at any time for us regular folk. God bless 'em!
6. This may be the most important....if you call Wendy's house and she doesn't answer...hang up before it rings 4 times or LEAVE A MESSAGE!!!!)
I'm only 13 weeks and this pregnancy has been quite a ride already!
So if I have "pregnancy brain," what's Scott and Abby's excuse????????????
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