Prancing and pecking and pregging
I’ve decided I want to be 3 again. Who’s with me?
So who knew the last few weeks before having a kid could get busy? Writing on the blog has suddenly become just one to-do among many. I’m sure looking forward to after he’s born, when things can finally settle down.
Heh.
All right, this won’t be long. Firstly, a quick bit of news. We have a date for when the C-section would happen IF Ana Lisa doesn’t develop preeclampsia and IF his lungs are judged sufficiently mature. Assuming the preeclampsia thing holds off, on July 18 at 7:30 a.m. (!) we would go in to have another amniocentesis to test the lung maturity thing. I forgot to ask the doc if they can test for emotional maturity while they’re at it; the way I understand this whole genetic inheritance thing he’s probably in a higher risk category for that.
If his lungs are deemed ready to pump up, the C-section would happen the following Monday, July 21 at 8 freakin’ a.m. Why are both procedures scheduled for so god-awful early, you ask? Because, I believe in my heart of hearts, we now have a well enough established relationship with Dr. Johannson that he feels free to mess with us. For my part, I happen to have hidden up my sleeve the knowledge of where the good doctor lives. So he may be laughing now, but if our 6 a.m. walks with a screaming baby just chance to regularly take us on a route down a certain block, that will be purely coincidence. Right?
If the kid’s lungs and/or emotional state happen to be gauged “otherly abled,” we may be waiting a week or so longer. It sounds as if most 37-plus week fetuses are good to go, so the likelihood is we’re looking at Lil Boy entering the world on the 21st at the outside.
While I’m on the subject, how ’bout this 32 weeks business? Wow. What we understand is that from here on out the majority of his systems are in place and will basically just continue to grow, with the exception of the gastrointestines and lungs which still have some fairly significant developing to do. Dr. J called them “laggards”–a word I remember being saddled with as a youngster in reference to the natural disaster that was my bedroom.
In honor of 32 weeks, AL graciously allowed me to graffiti up her belly once again. I assure you she’s become if anything yet more deliciously adorable in the five days since this picture was taken.
Now on to more important topics, such as our weekend collision with a Grease and a Grephew.
Maggerina Ballerina
Greasy niece Maggie had a recital at her dance studio on Sunday. Now that she’s done with it, I wonder if she’ll let me borrow that fab tutu.
Oh yeah, loogit me twirl baby!
I’m telling you the fish was thiiiis big.
And now, for our next death-defying act, synchronized flash photos straight into a wall of mirrors!
Sprayground (otherwise known as “I’ve died and gone to Heaven”)
Clap clap clap. Yay-Maggie-can-I-go-to-the-sprayground-now?-
way-to-go-Maggie-can-I-go-to-the-sprayground-now?-good-job-
Maggie-can-I-go-to-the-sprayground-now?
Flock a’ boids
1 Madison + 1 Georgia (next door neighbors) + 1 Grease Maggie + 1 Greph Edwin = what’s the mathematical symbol for critical mass x infinity?
Please don’t kick birdseed in my face
Kiwi stood frozen, not twitching a feather, waiting for the terrifying flock of bully boids to swoop down upon some other unsuspecting 9.8-oz. weakling.
Winnie the Woodpecker
We’ll teach you adults to try having a conversation that doesn’t include us!
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