Thirteen weeks along. Officially, the little monster is the size of a peach or a baseball or as one site put it, a large prawn. I like to think I have a beady-eyed little prawn floating around in an amniotic sac filled with burre blanc, it’s little tentacles feeling about and tickling my uterus. In a few weeks, it will be strong enough for me to feel the gentle little tickles. Baby prawns don’t have very strong tentacles right now. They must calcify before they can be felt. Maybe as it gets older, a cajun spice mix will show up. Oh, god. That would be so good. I’m suppose to have pot roast at a friend’s house tonight but maybe I’ll see if anyone wants to go to the Boiling Shrimp.
My latest time waster on the internet has been gender prediction quizzes. I only get one answer. One answer from the Chinese Birth Chart site, one answer from the Western Horoscope site, one answer from the palmistry site, one answer from the symptoms checker and one answer from the old-wives tales site. The answer? A boy. It’s going to be a boy.
I won’t find out if it will be a boy until either January 4th or February 14th. Why the difference? Well, at the County Hospital that I had gone to for my first appointment, they don’t see any reason to do an ultrasound at every appointment. The also don’t seem very happy to give the print out of the ultrasound, which I find very strange. I switched to another hospital though. This time it’s a clinic that is associated with a much nicer, private hospital and they do all sorts of fun stuff and they do it every time you go in. I’m pretty happy about that.
Crap, I just realized I missed an appointment this morning with the good clinic. Shoot. I can’t go now because it was fasting labs. Man, what a stinker. On hold now. I guess I can try to do it in the morning tomorrow. Shoot. Shooooot!!