Yeah, I had a doctor appointment today. I didn’t give ya’ll much notice about that, did I? Or is that something you probably wouldn’t have cared about? Let me tell you, around here something like getting dressed and leaving the house and seeing other people qualifies as high excitement these days. And when you throw in a possibility at getting an ultrasound? Well shoot. That’s not an appointment. That’s an event.

We got there on time and were called back almost immediately. Such a difference from last month’s appointment where we had to wait and wait and wait (after being told that we had the appointment time wrong and getting charged a copay when our insurance strictly states we don’t need to pay copays each visit). This was an encouraging sign. Also encouraging? I only gained one pound this last month. Not quite as nice as not gaining anything, but you have to take into account that this month includes Thanksgiving and you may recall that I ate more food than I’ve ever seen in my life. Added to the fact that Kile made fudge a week or so ago and I’ve eaten at least a good pound of that myself, I’m pretty happy. I have hope for Christmas at this rate. Bring on the fudge!

The doctor was disappointed to hear that we didn’t get a gender determination at our ultrasound and since they were having a quiet day in the office, that maybe we could take a look. She had a tough time getting a loud enough heart beat on the doppler and when we did the ultrasound, she realized she was looking in exactly the wrong spot. Yep, I’ve got myself another breech baby here. SHOCKER!

See, Harry was a good baby. He did everything he was supposed to do. He showed us his goods right off at his ultrasound appointment and he laid in my uterus like babies are supposed to be laying and never put a toe out of line. See, Jackson changed all that. He was breech and reluctant to show his goods and then there was that whole stillbirth thing so you know right there, he was a rebel. Liam was little better. And this one looks to be following in his or her siblings’ footsteps.

So yeah, the baby was laying breech and it’s butt is wedged down neatly in my pelvis. Add to that crossed legs and an umbilical cord laying right between the legs… well. You know the way it goes. It gets pretty hard to tell. And my doctor tried, believe you me. Still, she’s a doctor and not an ultrasound technician and she might lack some of their techniques for coaxing out a shy baby. At one point, she got the baby to move a little bit. She gasped and tried get another good look but the baby wasn’t having it. I missed whatever it was that she saw, and she wasn’t able to get a picture. But she threw her vote in the hat that this baby might juts be a girl after all. That makes two somewhat informed opinions and further cements my beliefs. Like I actually have any beliefs, but you know.

At this point, we’re prepared to go in to one of these ultrasound places after Christmas sometime and hopefully find out once and for all. I’m starting to wonder if we will get a definite determination at all. The angle on the baby this time around was a lot more difficult than the one at my ultrasound last month. I wonder if we “missed our chance” to find out here. But we’re going to give it our best try. And you know what? If I have to bring a girl outfit and a boy outfit to the hospital, I’ll do it. But damn it, I wanna know before then. Is that so much to ask?

And even if we went to the hospital with a girl outfit and out popped a boy, I wouldn’t be disappointed.  No, not really.  Not like some people are (my doctor said about six months ago she told a couple their baby was a girl and apparently they really wanted a girl because when the baby came out a boy they were devastated and have made my doctor headshy about checking for gender at all).  I think it would be more funny than anything else.  And yeah, I guess at this point I’m expecting this baby to be a girl.  But it’s my last pregnancy and I’m entertaining a fun notion.  It’s the last time I’ll get to speculate like this.  And thinking this baby might be a girl isn’t going to damage me in any way, especially if the baby ends up being a boy.  I’m not worried.

The speculation is fun.  Knowing would be better.  But right now, I’ll take what I can get.

I didn’t post anything yesterday, but it wasn’t for lack of trying.  But I just wasn’t sure what I should say.  Detailing what I had for lunch or complaining about how the Pup isn’t spayed and now I’m paying the price just didn’t seem that scintillating.  So it turned out that I didn’t post and now I have guilt.

So to make up for it, instead of a content rich post this morning I’m giving you… PICTURES!  I haven’t done that a whole lot lately and I have some good ones to share so bear with me.

This whole climbing thing has exploded in my face, as he now climbs on the coffee table I have in front of the TV to prevent him from turning the tv off and on and off and on… But first, must give Charlie Brown Christmas some love.

And here he is enjoying some Blue’s Clues.  He really doesn’t watch that much TV, I promise. 

Harry was outside playing in the snow and goofing off and Liam was banging on the glass and laughing his head off.  It was rather adorable.

We have two kinds of icicles here, the real and the not-so-real.  So festive!

A close up shot of the wreath on our door.  I put this together several years ago and am very proud of it.   I also love how it looks on our red door.  

These deer give us nothing but trouble.  They fall over all the time but the ground is frozen too solid to stake them down (Kile has broken and bent many a stake trying, believe me).  But they sure looked awesome in the snow.  

I took this one this morning.  This icicle has been growing over the last few days and every day it gets awesomer and awesomer.  Harry wants to knock it down but I want to leave it up and see how big it gets.