I did the 4-d ultrasound and yet we didn't get a good look of him, so I wonder now what he looks like. Erik my brother, thought he looked like a melted version of Marty. He did have chubby looking cheeks, and he also had huge lips. They didn't even look normal they were so big. I wonder if it was the fact that he was still developing, or in fact if I am going to deliver a child who looks like an ape.
People always say you look at your own children and think they are just so cute. When Derek was born his nose was smashed. Erik used to put his index finger on his nose and move it so it wouldn't be crooked. He was worried he would have a crooked nose for the rest of his life. On the other hand, he was rather amused because he thought he would have a reason to make fun of him. Our family always seems to find someone with a huge or funny looking nose and then we have to talk about it. I figured pushing a watermelon out of something the size of a lime had a little something to do with why his nose looked the way it did. Other than that he was cute.
So I wonder how this one will turn out? I haven't seen many baby photos of my husband. In fact, I don't know that I have seen any. Designer clothes can do a whole lot of good for unattractive people however. No my husband is not unattractive but you have to cover your bases. Especially babies, you can have one hell of an ugly baby but have one hell of an outfit and yet people will ignore the ugliness and say how cute the baby is because the outfit made the difference. I hope people don't have to lie to my face and tell me I have a cute baby if he really isn't cute at all. Do me a favor, just comment on the outfit and I will get the hint. Oh, maybe you should wait until he reaches a descent gestational age before the commenting begins, because lets face it preemies are a little alien like. They are tiny, you can see their little veins and they are all red. Derek won't be able to hold back. If he thinks the baby is ugly, he will just come out and say it. For the rest of you, focus on the outfit. He's 8, so he gets a break.
The one thing I don't look forward to hearing is if the baby does look like Marty I don't want to hear how much he looks like Marty. I already know his mother is going to say that he is "daddy's little boy." Not once, not twice, that is all this woman will say. I know this because that is exactly what she said to his brother after his baby was born. Only she was a girl. All I would hear out of her mouth is, "are you daddy's girl, yes you are daddy's girl, you look just like daddy! Daddy, daddy, daddy!" She is 1/2 cambodian 1/2 white and she looks absolutely nothing like her father and everything like her mother. Hello, she is CAMBODIAN! Duh! She talks to her in that stupid tone people have with babies that gets so damn annoying. The high pitched, you're an idiot tone. After all women go through to have these babies, then we have to put up with stupid comments. What we need is a remote to mute people. I would love that, "oh, I am sorry I didn't hear you, what was that? :)"
I don't know of any testing going on today. The doctors wanted to give my arms a break from all the blood draws. Instead, I am having my temperature taken every 3-4 hours, and my blood pressure monitored. I had my morning cereal, and Marty brought me a bran muffin from Mimi's Cafe. I wasn't always a fan of honey bran muffins, but throughout this pregnancy that is the one thing I have really enjoyed. Who knows why? Normally I would just eat some meat for breakfast. This baby likes carbs.
The doctor has changed my orders to being able to shower daily now. Woo hoo! The problem is that when I shower the water makes this terrible terrible noise. It's really loud, and you can hear it a few rooms over even. There is something wrong and they haven't fixed it. It's really annoying, but it keeps me within my time constraints. I am only able to spend 3 minutes in there.
It's 8:15 am, I have finished breakfast and my nurse came in and told me I look bigger! I hadn't seen this particular nurse in a week. I was confused? In fact, when she walked out of the room I said aloud, "I look bigger." I have this mirror that stares back at me everyday and I look in it and I actually thought my face was smaller. No, apparently I am bigger. Well thanks! That always makes you feel better, someone telling you that you have packed on a few extra pounds.
Perhaps I will write more later. I have a busy day today. I have to sit here all day!
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