That "vote on a name" comments section was THE MOST FUN EVER. I loved reading all your comments. LOVED. IT. Well, except for the Milo and Otis comments, because I found out that I am very, very elderly. I didn't even know what you were talking about until I looked it up, because I was way too old in 1989 for movies such as that one to make an impact on my consciousness. Dead Poets Society, yes. Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure, yes. Uncle Buck, yes. Story about a kitty and a doggy who are friends? NO. So now I feel old, thanks so much. (I'm waving a cane irritably in your direction.)
One commenter wanted to know what we thought of three girl name candidates: Evelyn, Eve, or Gwen. I'm a big fan of the name Eve. If we were having a girl this time, I'd be pushing for Millicent around here, and Paul would be pushing for Penelope; we both like Ivy and Eve even better than the names we'd be championing, but can't use either of them for other reasons.
I should have re-mentioned before posting that vote thing that I use pseudonyms for my kids' names. So although Milo would be a bad, bad match and Henry would be like the perfectest fit ever, in actual life either name is about the same, match-wise. They're both equally good with our surname, too. Well, okay, Henry is a shade better on both points. But only a shade.
Well. Yesterday's appointments. Elizabeth has a massive ear infection, and the usually very understanding pediatrician made me feel bad about it. When he looked in her ear, he said, "Whoof." "HOW long has she had the cough?," he added. And when I said to her, "Oh, no! An ear infection? Has your ear been owie?," he said, "She would have had to have felt that." Me: *sinking into hole in earth, while simultaneously declaring my total innocence since the child never seemed bothered by her ears at all, I swear*
And Elizabeth was totally working it, looking at the doctor with the large pitiful eyes and limp posture of a Truly Sick Child, communicating with every fiber of her being that she had tried and tried to tell me but I wouldn't listen.
The thing is, I brought Edward in less than 2 weeks ago for this same cough, and I felt like a total overreacting idiot because he was absolutely fine and I'd dragged three children and a double stroller into a tiny exam room for nothing. So with Elizabeth I waited a little longer. Edward had had a low fever and no appetite and he looked cruddy, but Elizabeth seemed happy and healthy except that she had this cough: no fever, no loss of appetite, no batting at her ears, nothing. In this whole parenting thing, one of my biggest struggles is the "When to call the doctor" struggle. I feel like I always go the wrong way.
I had my ultrasound, and got the all-clear on the placenta previa situation. I'm very glad. Then I had my usual OB appointment, and confirmed that I'm now in the third trimester. I'd been confused on that point, because my week-by-week book says it starts week 27, but Baby Center says it starts week 28. The OB says week 27. I'm going with that, because I like that answer better.
The screens for gestational diabetes and anemia both came back fine. Blood pressure was kind of high for me, but only the top number, and I personally think it was because their ultrasound tech is an irritable sadist who nearly leaves bruises every time I see her, plus is always sighing as if I am ruining her day. For my mid-pregnancy ultrasound I asked to go to the hospital instead, because they don't try to KILL me there.
So, here we go! About 12 weeks left until the c-section, which will probably be scheduled when I go back to the OB in 3 weeks. And they didn't say word one about my weight, which was good because I was still a little fired up from earlier this week, but it would have been difficult to defend myself considering I had Cadbury Fruit & Nut Bar breath.
Gift ideas for an 8-year-old, part 2 of 2 - Last week I talked about the gifts we were getting/considering for Edward, who is turning 8 next month. This week it’s Elizabeth’s turn: not “girl gifts,” ...