I just had an ultra sound on Monday( can't tell the sex yet- not for another 6 weeks!), but it went very well. Everything is checking out ok, and the technician assured me there is only ONE baby in there. I tried to take a picture of the ultrsound photo for you
Can you see the little hand waving at you? hee hee.
Ok, now here is a great little poem (a "revised" Goodnight Moon, shall we say) that I think you will enjoy! I found it in the Dr's office while waiting for my check up!
(with apologies to Margaret Wise brown)
In the messy green family room , there was a telemarketer ringing the telephone. And a crying toddler because his brother just popped his red balloon. And a picture of---
The cow jumping over the moon(which someone colored on with permanent marker)
And there was a missing teddy bear, and a girl with gum in her hair.
And one to be scolded, and laundry to be folded
And a very hungry spouse, and something stinky in the house(that no one else seemed to smell)
And a comb and a brush and a colicky baby who just won't shush. And a frazzled mommy screaming
Goodnight messy room. Good night scribbled on moon. Goodnight cow getting out while she can
Goodnight telemarketers and the popped balloon.
Goodnight long gone teddy bear. Goodnight cereal bar smeared all over the dining room chair.
Goodnight spit up and Goodnight leaky sippy cup.
Goodnight much-too-little house and Goodnight grumpy spouse.
Goodnight comb and Goodnight brush. And Goodnight to a certain 4 year old who just needs to hush right now I mean it.
Goodnight Elmo. Goodnight toys we'll pick up tomorrow, or the next day.
Hello Chardonnay and Tivo--