We saw Dr. Bailey this afternoon. All is well with me – Liam (he’s wiggling around here on my lap as I write this) didn’t do any permanent damage. So that’s good. She wrote me a prescription for the pill and sent me on my way. Now, the irony of the situation did not escape me. How strange it is that a year ago I was pumping myself full of drugs in a desperate attempt to get pregnant – and now I have to do the same thing to stop it? Are we talking about the same person here? The first time I got pregnant, it happened really easily, so I know that’s the way it’s ‘supposed’ to work – Liam just gave us grief for some reason. A lot can change in a year – he’s living proof of that – so I guess I’m back on the pill.
After the appointment we went to the grocery store where I made a major score. Shadow box frames for ten bucks. And they’re beautiful. About an inch deep, magnetic closure, 11x18, complete with pins. So I picked up two. After all… if we’re lucky, we may have another baby someday. How cute would that be to have two hanging side by side on the wall, one in pink and one in blue? Although if I had to make a prediction today… I’d bet on another boy.
Ah yes, and a Pork Chop update. I asked Dr. Bailey to weigh him for me. 13 pounds, 4 ounces. We were the topic of conversation for the entire office!!
1 comments:
Carrie, I am going to assume that these last two pictures were taken at the same time???? Same shirt and still in the swing.
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