Peek-A-Boo

Angie got to take a peek at Smykeeney Baby last Thursday, and luckily SB is still safe inside Angie’s womb, so she couldn’t look back. Because, much to Angie’s dismay, I would not pay for the 4D ultrasound, you will have to make do with the following two images.

Here is her little (well, Angie says fat) face in the bottom right hand corner

The ultrasound tech said she has hair, but I think I will believe it when I see it (she is being born in in the Show-Me State, after all)

The doctor was pleased with the appointment. The baby looks great on ultrasound, fluid levels are appropriate. Angie’s BP is stable and she if she is dilated, it is not more than a “fingertip.” They estimated SB to weigh about 5 pounds 13 ounces, which just happens to be right around my birth weight.

I got a nice laugh today reading the blog of a woman I shared my cycle dates with (you can go to www.cyclesista.com to list your blog (I didn’t) and find other women undergoing fertility treatments at the same time as you (I did, from the deep dark shadows of internet lurkdom)). First I got a little surprise: her baby was born on Wednesday. She was a week ahead of us and having BP problems, so they induced her at 37 weeks. And the laugh, well, just go check out this post in which she talks about how prepared she is for the baby.

I, on the other hand, am anything but prepared. First off, the obvious, I am in a foreign country thousands of miles away from Kansas City. Second, house is not exactly sparkling clean. In fact, I have no idea how clean or messy it is as my lovely brother Kenny has been house sitting for us (Hi Kenny, Happy Birthday and thanks again for house sitting) and young bachelors aren’t typically known for their housekeeping skills. Particularly considering his roommates are two dogs. Not to mention that I can’t even remember the state of cleanliness when I left, but considering I overheard my other brother call me a “disgusting pig” a few days before we left, I am pretty sure it was far from immaculate. Third, the nursery isn’t quite ready. I got a good start on it, since I am just using Fletcher’s nursery and he is getting a “big boy room.” But the nursery is still full of little boy clothes and toys that have yet to migrate across the hall.

Thanks to my cousin Stephanie, we do have layette covered. And I did buy a box of newborn diapers and found the baby tub I had lent to my Aunt Laura, so I guess you could say I am not completely unprepared. Um, I guess…