jaysaint Getting it all down on paper…

My subject line sounds like a chapter title in an old-fashioned YA novel.

Pregnancy continues apace with no deviations from the text book, which is exactly how we like it. I was wary, but am starting to feel pretty good about my OB. She’s straightforward and has been willing to treat me as a person (who knows what she’s talking about) rather than a patient. I saw her on Friday and she said, “Hey, your uterus has popped up and out.” True dat. She fired up the sonogram machine and she asked me if I wanted to know the sex. I said that we do, but that Dr. Hennessey (the genetic specialist) had already given us a 90% girl prediction. She said, “Well… this little penis might beg to differ with him.” And sure enough, it looks an awful lot like there’s a boy growing in there. We decided we’d take another look in May for a tie breaker. I laughed all the way back to the office. I honestly don’t care which way it comes out, but if it is a boy I will miss the chance to buy dresses and tights. Overall, that’s a pretty minor regret. I have the best of both worlds now anyway. When Damon picked Alden up yesterday at the gym nursery a six-year-old girl there kept insisting, “That baby looks like a girl!” It’s less true than it used to be, but it’s still kind of true.

Last night Alden lost some shredded cheese over the side of his high chair. When I put him on the floor after we finished, he marched over to the pantry and pulled out a little broom and went along trying to sweep up after himself. When Damon tried to put the broom back Alden cried “Mine! Mine! Mine!” until we gave up and let him keep cleaning. This reminded Damon to tell me that the other day Alden spilled a cup of water in the hallway bathroom. (Why we let Alden walk around with an open plastic cup of water is a whole other story.) Damon shooed him out into the hallway so he could mop it up. A few seconds later Alden popped back through the bathroom door with a dishrag in his hand saying, “Mess? Mess?” and got right to business soaking up the stray drops. I’m almost afraid to jinx it, but I’ve got to say it: My kid likes to clean.

Here’s my little Mrs. Doubtfire loving life at a Pigeon Forge kiddie park: