Friday was our first doctor’s appointment for the baby. I have never seen anyone so excited about an appointment as Christopher was. He went to Gap and bought a new shirt specifically for our baby doctor date (we turn everything into a date) which was just about the cutest thing ever. I mean the fact that he bought a new shirt was the cutest thing ever, not the shirt itself. Although that was nice too. I think we need to move on.
Normally being in an examining room will send me into fits of giggles. I cannot help it. You understand the problems this causes at the dentist. I warned Christopher of this before we got there but I think I managed to control myself pretty well. To be honest the fact that the midwife brought up the English show Call the Midwives when we were at the midwives in a room with an English intern did strike me as funny, but I remained composed. I’m excited about the baby and all, but I didn’t want to come across as giggling mess at my first appointment. These people are going to be all up in my business and I want to remain professional. Just when I was patting myself on the back for my stellar demeanor, the midwife finished her speech about genetic testing and said, “So you guys can decide about that and get back to me.” And I almost said, “Get back to you about what?” because I was too busy patting myself on the back to hear everything she said. Good thing the father of the child/my scribe was there. And to think he asked if he should stay in the waiting room!
We go back tomorrow for an ultrasound to determine various things, among which many babies are in there. If they say three, Christopher will die in his chair and I will die laughing.
The only exciting thing (and this is really stretching the definition of the word exciting) to happen Saturday was we hung up new curtains in our living room. You may recall that last week I spent an hour of my life I can never get back in the Target curtain section. Turns out my careful measurements and package readings were in vain because look what we discovered when we put the curtains up.
Hahahaha oh my gosh I laughed out loud when I scrolled down and saw the picture of the curtains. Second time's the charm!
Congrats to you both! And the curtains make me laugh. You're keeping them right?!? Jk. It's not the worse thing to HAVE to go back to Target 🙂
This literally made me LOL at the end with the picture. I showed it to Steve, thinking he would have the same reaction, and he was like, The curtains looks good. Are they supposed to be that length?
OH MY GOD. Men. I do like the color though and if you are opposed to taking them back (which I would be if I had already ironed them or invested any amount of time in them at all), maybe you can do that cool color block thing where you add a solid piece of fabric to the bottom? I am full of helpful, time-consuming suggestions such as these.
Ok your curtain situation is too funny!
And good luck with the baby count! You never know how many surprises are in there – TRUST ME.
Haha I love this!
And if you have three babies in your belly I WILL DIE LAUGHING. As a triplet I can't ever imagine having triplets!
Congrats on the baby!!! And I, too, am a terrible measurer. 🙂
I am dying over the curtains right now. I recently wasted a ton of my life in the Target curtain section without even THINKING about measurements. I finally grabbed what I liked without even looking at size and length and all that jazz, and they work perfectly. I still wouldn't recommend that approach, though. I fear it will never happen again.