A few days ago, I wrote about "Fingerprints."
Well, right after I posted that, I wrote this one.
The morning Cooper and Chloe decided to swim in their milk, I had a doctor's appointment.
We pick up Matt on the way.
Once at the doctor, we go into 'the big room.' A friendly gal greets us, "Hi, I'm so&so, I'm an Ultrasound student. If I may, can I take a look?"
"SURE! While you are looking, the lady downstairs, wasn't really sure on the baby's gender because the cord was in the way. So if you can, would you look?"
The baby, of course, doesn't want to cooperate. After a few minutes, the shot we were waiting for, crotch shot.
She took a picture of 'her' and to be honest, I can't tell. I'm just taking her word for it. With Chloe we had a crystal clear picture of the '3 lines.'
But I'm not letting that deter me from buying pink things starting now.
On the way home, I began thinking ahead to when this baby is born. I went back to when the kids were born.
My heart got happy.
It was then I felt bad for my reaction to the swimming pool of milk that had been created this morning, or the blood curling screams or the attitude Chloe gave me.
I am happy & school will start soon.