Sweet relief! The Lemmondrop is poised in a head-down position, ready to dive! The lumpy spot my doctor thought might have been the head is most likely his butt. The umbilical cord is nowhere near his neck (so one less thing to worry about). And he is still most definitely a boy ... the parts were hangin' out quite immodestly.We were so happy after the ultrasound that we decided to go have lunch at Cossetta's, the Italian restaurant and grocery just up the street from United Hospital. And there we ran into our friend Eddy, Kerry's husband, so we got to spend a pleasant lunch catching up with him. That was fun!
Meanwhile, my white T-shirt now has a big splotch of orangey red sauce from my mostaccioli on the front. Eating is tricky that way. Since I can't lean too far forward when I lift the fork to my mouth, I drop a lot of food on myself — and my tummy makes the perfect shelf to catch it. It's horribly messy!
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Yay! Congratulations! I knew little lemmondrop wouldn't disappoint.
Yahoo! Wonderful news!!
Yay! What an intuitive child. I was born with my cord around my neck. Probably explains a lot of things.
Em, just to upadte....we helped Sue move to Hood River yesterday, so she is free of the studio apartment with room to grow in her house she's renting. It's only a couple hundred sq or so bigger than her studio, but she has two bedrooms, a breezy front yard with big, shady trees and a pristine view of Mt. Adams from her front door! The house is in a safe neighborhood and you can hear sheep from several yards down. It's an idyllic life for her. I told her to invest in some timeless furniture that she can use for the rest of her life, now that she has the space and income to grow into. You would be proud...she already has some adorable white curtains hanging in the livng room.....
Wonderful!!
I'm SO glad things are on the right rack. Of course I especially enjoy the Lemmondrop's immodesty--just wait until after he arrives, if he's this bad in the womb!! :)
Don't feel too bad about your white t-shirt; I've decided I have a magnet in my chest that attracts food of all kinds to my shirts. At least you have an excuse.
That's right TRACK, not RACK. Ooops!
I'm glad to read this.
I have been of the computer for a while so I didn't know about the slight worry there.
I'm glad things worked out well.
He's ready for his close up now, Mr. DeVille.
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