I woke up this morning and thought for sure it was Monday.
But, no, it was only Sunday. Darn it. I couldn’t even go back to sleep.
Last week, the doctor’s office called and had to change the appointment
from 9am to 1:30pm. Since we are on summer vacation, and really don’t have
anything pressing—we could change the time. I just didn’t want to.
Ok, I guess you can
make us wait a whole four and a half hours later.
Today, I was chatting with my sister. She began to question
me.
“What if they can’t
tell if it s a boy or girl? What if Baby Campbell is shy?” (OMG. Seriously…this
hadn’t really crossed my mind.) I tried
to come up with some bull s&*t answer about how technology is pretty
reliable these days and most technicians know what they are doing.
But, now she has me freaking out.
Today, I bought some orange juice. I read somewhere that
would make the baby be a little more active.
They just need one good shot, right?
Then, I was also thinking about how we don’t actually see
the doctor tomorrow. She is out of town for a wedding. We have to go back the
next day to see the doctor. What if the technician gets a clear shot of the “goods”
but, the technician can’t tell us if the baby is a boy or girl…what if only the
doctor can tell us? Then we have to wait a whole additional day?
UGH. I think I am starting to go a little crazy. Can I blame
this on the pregnancy hormones?
Please, Baby Campbell, reveal yourself. Tomorrow. On time.
And please let the technician be able to tell us if we can buy some pink or
blue stuff!
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