Yay For New Sonagrams! Or So You Think.

I've always heard people say, "You know kids! They have a mind of their own." Well, I think my daughter is already displaying hers. I was so so SO excited to be having another sonagram! It was scheduled for March 8th, and I was bringing a whole slew of people. My friends Candice and Alexis were coming, and my mom was actually going to get to come this time - which was SO exciting! We arrived (a little late) and were taken back to see my baby girl! I just KNEW I was going to get to see her face and her cute little hands and everything!

Except for the fact that she had her back to us the ENTIRE time. Which apparently, according to the Sonagram Lady, is great positioning for birth. So we're all ready to go and in position...but no cute sonagram pictures. The only picture I have is of her head. The TOP of her head. It's a circle. (I guess I should be happy it wasn't square or something, right?)

Those kids! They have a mind of their own. I actually got to SEE Ellie's mind on her sonagram. That's about all we saw.

Please Don't Say "Hatched"

There aren't many things that have offended me during my pregnancy, other than someone taking too long with food or getting my order wrong (and the occassional ridiculously small and stupid thing that immediately sets me off). But a lady I see MAYBE once every 3 months has done it. Why? WHY on God's green earth would you as me when my baby is hatching? When my little chick will be here? And THEN ask me what FLAVOR it is? WHY?

I guess I have less patience than I used to. I'm normally a pretty calm person. I'm usually not totally irrational, and I don't have a flaming temper. But when things like this are said to me...these days it makes my face turn red and steam come out of my ears! I realize she does not have children, and that she couldn't possibly know that I'm not just comfortably and easily incubating a chicken in my stomach for nine months. She doesn't know it's a PROCESS that is sometimes really uncomfortable and weird and scary...and that I don't just "plop" an egg out one day. Sadly it's not that easy.

Fortunately I stopped myself from throwing my stapler at her...since the lady was sitting at MY desk reviewing my files and grading them. Fortunately for her she left the facility before I went "Crazy Christie" on her (and yes, if you're wondering, this is actually another personality that I now possess). Fortunately Candice was there to help me laugh it off when I started going nuts as soon as I knew she left the building.

Moral of the story: Please do not ever, EVER ask me when my chick is "hatching". And PLEASE do not ask me what FLAVOR it is! That insinuates that you want to lick my child...and that makes me want to throw up and never let you see my child. EVER.

~Crazy As Ever (aka: Christie)