Saturday, July 14, 2007

Drumroll Please...

Got the 2nd specialized sonogram. I.E., the 2nd one from the doctor with the really expensive equipment, vs. the ones from the ObGyn with the less expensive sonogram equipment.

I hit 20 weeks on Wednesday. On Thursday, the doctor looked around, measuring the skull and internal organs and an arm and a leg. He checked to ensure the chest (rib cage, etc.) looked good. He made sure I really wanted to know the sex... I assured him I did! That we did. That pretty much everyone in our family and all our friends did, LOL! Well, I didn't mention that, but basically it's true. If I had a dollar for every time someone asked me "so, do you know the sex yet?", I'd be able to buy alot of McDonald's Happy Meals. :)

The doctor fiddled with the wand thingy across my belly, and adjusted the image. And announced, "we've found a third leg!"

I was laughing. I said something like, "Hi there, little one! You're no longer an 'It', you're a 'He'!" :)

He burned the whole session onto a DVD, and also printed out 4 images. On the last image, the, ahem, evidence, was made quite clear. :)

My Mom had 2 daughters from her first marriage. The first didn't survive past 3 days because the doctor who delivered her was unfortunately drunk at the time, and missed that some fecal matter had been aspirated. :( The second... the second is my FULL Sister, no matter that we don't share the same father. Anyone who wants to disagree with me on that is going to get his or her ass kicked. By me, my Mom, my Dad, and my Sister, LOL! My Dad adopted my Sister when my Mom and Dad got married, so it's legal even if he's not my Sister's biological Dad. He's definitely my Sister's spiritual Dad. I swear, they are so alike it's trippy.


My Dad had one daughter from his first marriage.

And I'm the only daughter from Mom and Dad's marriage together.

I was kindof expecting to have girls because of the trend! I knew I would be happy with either. :) People have asked us if we want a boy or a girl, and we have either said "Yes", or "one of them would be nice", LOL!

I also knew, if we had a girl, she was probably going to be influenced to be a major tomboy, LOL! Well, anyway, if I had any say in it. :)

Let's face it: growing up, I did indeed have a few dolls. And barbies. But it was mostly about the lego's and the lincoln logs. And the building blocks, and Fisher-Price little people having adventures. I wasn't big into those pretend tea parties. :P Ick. And I watched Spiderman, Batman, Wonder Woman, the Bionic Man, the Incredible Hulk, Superman, etc. Thundaar the Barbarian, Land of the Lost. I was heavy into Star Trek and Star Wars. I watched all the old Japanese Godzilla movies, no matter how badly they were dubbed. And I often watched all the scary Saturday morning/afternoon movies. I guess I was the kind of girl that guys could hang out with and talk cool sci-fi stuff with.

Shoot, I LOVE the Alien and Aliens movies. Alien 3... not so much -- too depressing, and the audio track made it really hard to tell what people were saying. Alien 4 was amusing, if really way too gross at the end. Alien 5: Alien vs. Predator, was fun eye candy, but that's about it.

And yes, I also watch "chick flicks". Shoot, I own "When Harry met Sally", "The Devil Wears Prada", and various other chick flicks. It's just I also own the Star Wars movies, Raiders, Alien, and other sci-fi/adventure movies, LOL!

But don't ask me anything about cars. I understand how the combustion engine works, but you would never want to ask me to fix your vehicle!!! My tomboy-ism kindof fizzles when it comes to mechanical stuff.

However, I don't have issues pumping my own gas, topping off the oil, windshield wiper fluid, or coolant. Shoot, I pulled the battery out of my motorcycle and took it to the shop to get it recharged. [Still trying to sell that thing... I don't want to ride it while preggers, and somehow I can't see strapping a car seat on the back of it!]

And I've changed my windshield wipers. I took a class that taught how to change your car's oil, and how to rotate your tires. But crawling under my car to get the oil filter wasn't on my list of things I like to do, so although I could probably still do it, I prefer if Jiffy Lube does it. I know, I know: I'm a wimp. But although I'm petite, the idea of having a large vehicle standing over me while I'm lying flat on my back trying not to bump my head... it just doesn't appeal to me.

I know how to shoot, and I know how to fish, and how to clean what I catch. And I recently got to bait hooks with live sardines when fishing in the ocean... THAT was fun! Those things are slippery, and it's very funny to see a bunch of people, myself included, bent over chasing their bait around the boat. :)

I can scuba dive, I used to ride my poor neglected motorcycle, I used to surf, I used to ride my bike, I used to rollerblade...

My Dad took me kayak-camping, where you offload the boat and your gear on one side of the lake, pack the gear in the kayak, and paddle to the other side and pitch a tent. He also took me lake kayaking and ocean kayaking when we didn't have time to also go camping. And he taught me how to clean a fish and how to shoot.

I confess alot of my skills were learned later in life: surfing, scuba, and motorcycles came after I was 30. My husband has been a really good influence on me. :)

Heh. I've grown into a couch potato. My husband and I get home from work, and we're wiped out. We get onto the couch, get onto our laptops, and pet the dogs as they come by to get attention. We sometimes horse around with them, playing snarly-bite. :) Getting them all worked up and "snarky". :) Dogs are just awesome.

Since I've gotten pregnant, the couch-potato disease has gotten worse. We haven't walked the dogs much. I seem to have just enough energy to go to work, do some house chores, and eat and sleep. I don't even want to get into how being preggers has affected my intelligence! Let's just say I'm losing IQ points every week, and will be glad when I'm off an important project at work, so my increasing stupidity will have a lower risk of causing major problems, LOL!

Here's hoping that a little boy will get me active again, LOL! And that my intelligence returns once I'm no longer having the kid steal my oxygen from me!

Makes me think that, as the pregnancy progresses, I should break out the scuba gear and occasionally take hits from my scuba tank. I think it's still filled with Nitrox, which is basically air where they up the oxygen and reduce the nitrogen.

I can't wait until our son first learns to ride a bike, to roller-blade or roller-skate. How to surf. When he's 10 or 11, he can take scuba classes. Not sure how old (or tall?) he has to be to ride a roller-coaster! Can't wait for that, either. :)

Can't wait to play with him on the floor with legos, and lincoln logs. And army men. And toy guns, toy knives, and toy swords. And for him to dress up for Halloween. Maybe he'll decide he wants to wear my Vader mask, LOL! I already have a cool red light saber he can borrow if he's careful with it. Else he can play with the cheaper one I own. :)

Can't wait for him to meet the dogs, and the dogs to meet him. :) Boys and dogs go together. Well, so do girls and dogs, in my opinion. :)

And for all our friends to meet him. :)

And of course for my husband and I to meet him. :)


And whatever the hell I do, I will NOT make him a fracking momma's boy. Not if I can help it. He will do what I say growing up out of respect, but he WILL have a backbone and will be able to tell me "No" when he's an adult, and "No" when it's appropriate as he's growing into an adult. I will not make him into a pussy-whipped boy. [Heh, that will be his wife's job! :) ]

And he will also respect his Father, as well as his God. I will, God willing, give him what he needs to have a good relationship with me and his Father, with his God, and with the woman he may one day marry. And with his own kids, when he has them. I will do my best to give him "roots and wings". As I know my husband will, too.

Whoa. Apparently I have a very definite opinion of the type of Mom I want to be for him!!! :)

Hmph. I guess I have very definite opinions of what kind of Mom I would have been for a girl. I know I would have told her that she can do anything a boy can do, as long as she's physically capable of the job. That her "weaker sex" only has to limit her as much as she allows it... but that yeah, she's probably not going to become a professional football player! But that's ok... boys have limits too. Viva la differance. :)

That woman have a natural ability to be empathic... that it can be naturally stronger than a man's ability. But just like a woman can pump iron and make herself physically stronger, a man can also work on being a more empathic person.

That men and women often do think differently, but that the two different approaches to life, and to life's problems, can often dovetail such that a man and a woman together can solve more things than a man or a woman alone. That the differences can mean that they are stronger together.

I'd tell her that she can be an Engineer if she wants to be, or a police-woman, or whatever she puts her mind to. But I also wouldn't force her to go after a job that's traditionally a man's job unless she actually wants to do it. I.E., I'd tell her she can do anything, but not try to force her into making a statement by taking an untraditional job when she doesn't want to do that in the first place. If her goal in life is to be a stay-at-home Mom, I would support that too, is what I'm trying to say. If her goal is to be a construction worker, after my initial fear of her falling from a great height while working, I'd take her out to go shopping for a construction hat and boots!!! :)

And yeah, if our son wants to be a male nurse, or a male steward on a plane, I would support that as well. Huh... although I confess I might be a little weirded out by it. Hmph... got to work on my attitude. If women can break stereotypes, men can too.

Guess I'm used to the idea of women breaking the stereotypes, but not men. Wow... I found my double-standard, LOL!!!

If our son chooses or feels driven to be gay, I will still love him. I hope that isn't a road he goes down, though: it's a very difficult road for a man or a woman to take, maybe more so for a man.

Anyway... :)

I have a DVD and I have some pictures from Thursday's doctor's visit, but need to scan the pics in, and need to get the DVD into a format that can be uploaded to youtube. :) Links to follow.

Sorry for he really long diatribe. Can I blame my rambling on being pregnant? :)


Radioactive Jam said...

Baby boys are AWESOME! Which makes them equal to baby girls, at least in the Awesome Dept.

Although that third leg turns out to be a potent weapon - albeit a peashooter - with a truly amazing rate of fire. Expose with extreme caution.

Sith Snoopy said...

Yeah, I've already considered the "pee in the face" dilemma, LOL! Shoot, if I hadn't already heard of it from books or talking to people, I'd have known about it from when Stewie shoots Brian in the face when Brian is changing him, on the show Family Guy. :)

I just need to be ready to block him with the clean diaper. :)

Oh, man. Teaching him to aim at the toilet... well, I guess that will be my husband's problem, and not necessarily mine. But until his aim gets good, we're going to have alot of pee on the floors and walls. :P