I wasn't going to reveal his name until tomorrow, but I've got people yelling at me.
Jacob Kyle Wiltshire
Runner-up was Sparticus James.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Jorge' has a New Name
You will be glad to know that Jorge' is no longer Jorge'. After much deliberation, we have finally decided on his name. Now we can get to decorating our sports-themed nursery.
Friday, April 9, 2010
Congratulations Carrie and Nick
Tomorrow my baby sister Carrie is getting married. I am so happy for her that she found someone in Nick that treats her like she deserves to be treated. Logan and Brynna are lucky to have someone in their life who can be a positive male influence...finally. Nick is a great guy, seems to be a great dad, and I finally know that Carrie will be taken care of and be happy.
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Congrats Carrie and Nick!
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Bye Bye Old Couch
We finally got rid of our couch. I put it on craigslist once before, if you remember. If not: CLICK HERE
So this time, I made no mention of Nancy being with child. Once we finally got someone to actually show up to pick up the free couch, they didn't even ask to rub her feet or anything.
Side note: The couch was in our upstairs spare room. It had to be carried upright through two doorways and down an L-shaped narrow staircase. The guy who came to pick it up was like 80 years old. No problem. He brought along a teenager, who I could only assume was his great, great, great grandson.
So me and Old Man River start trying to weave this heavy, bulky, awkward monstrosity out of our bedroom doorway, down the winding stairs, and around 3 tight corners...while the strong, able-bodied kid watches. Well, that's not true, he did more than watch. He did give some verbal direction. He literally stood by while me and pops (mostly me, as Geriatric Jerry wasn't a whole lot of help) lugged this couch all the way outside. When we got to the back of their minivan, there was something in the back that was in the way. The kid had to move it so we could put the couch in (I couldn't tell what it was because it was dark)... but as he lifted it out, he complained about how heavy it was. Seriously. Me and Wilford Brimley are out there huffing and puffing, still holding the heavy-ass couch we just trekked down all those stairs, and he is complaining? So I dropped the couch, form tackled the little punk, and beat the snot out of him just for grins.
Ok, that last part only happened in my mind.
So this time, I made no mention of Nancy being with child. Once we finally got someone to actually show up to pick up the free couch, they didn't even ask to rub her feet or anything.
Side note: The couch was in our upstairs spare room. It had to be carried upright through two doorways and down an L-shaped narrow staircase. The guy who came to pick it up was like 80 years old. No problem. He brought along a teenager, who I could only assume was his great, great, great grandson.
So me and Old Man River start trying to weave this heavy, bulky, awkward monstrosity out of our bedroom doorway, down the winding stairs, and around 3 tight corners...while the strong, able-bodied kid watches. Well, that's not true, he did more than watch. He did give some verbal direction. He literally stood by while me and pops (mostly me, as Geriatric Jerry wasn't a whole lot of help) lugged this couch all the way outside. When we got to the back of their minivan, there was something in the back that was in the way. The kid had to move it so we could put the couch in (I couldn't tell what it was because it was dark)... but as he lifted it out, he complained about how heavy it was. Seriously. Me and Wilford Brimley are out there huffing and puffing, still holding the heavy-ass couch we just trekked down all those stairs, and he is complaining? So I dropped the couch, form tackled the little punk, and beat the snot out of him just for grins.
Ok, that last part only happened in my mind.
The Things I Learn
Conversation in one of my exam rooms a few minutes ago:
A lady brings her dog in for an ear infection. She brings her (I would guess) 4 year old daughter along for the ride.
ME: Your dog has a yeast infection.
DAUGHTER: Mommy, you had one of those, remember?
You know how hard it is to keep a straight face in that situation?
I'm not taking Jorge' in public until he is 12.
A lady brings her dog in for an ear infection. She brings her (I would guess) 4 year old daughter along for the ride.
ME: Your dog has a yeast infection.
DAUGHTER: Mommy, you had one of those, remember?
You know how hard it is to keep a straight face in that situation?
I'm not taking Jorge' in public until he is 12.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Whoah!
We went to Babies R Us this weekend to check out cribs. Nancy mentioned that we should grab a couple of packages of diapers while we were there in order to get a free $15 gift card. Then I saw the price tag: $41 for a package of diapers. Glorified trash bags with tape. Poop receptacles. Wow. And I hear formula is even more expensive. I had no idea.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
El Nino
It's a boy! For sure. 100%.
Today we finally had the "big" ultrasound. For every ultrasound so far, we have been at the OB's office. She has a nice ultrasound machine, and I was really impressed with her pictures. But today, they had to measure every part of his anatomy, so we had the ultrasound done at the hospital. The pictures she was able to get blew me away. They made our OB's pictures look like they came off my ultrasound machine at the clinic. I do a lot of ultrasounds (albeit on dogs and cats) and I have used several different machines, but this one was incredible. It was not one of those cheesy 3D ultrasounds...this was a real ultrasound where you can see inside of his little body. We could see his bones, all four chambers of his heart, his kidneys, his toes, his fingers, his nose, his lips...everything. But, alas, at a shade under $200K, I am pretty sure I will never own one of these wonderful miracles of technology.
Most importantly, everything looked normal. Well, except for the fact that he is 2 weeks bigger than he is supposed to be. But given that his parents ain't exactly the Olsen twins, that's really not that surprising now, is it? I'm just glad I don't have to push that gargantuan noggin out of any of my body orafices. I think that his size has made Nancy's decision on whether or not to have an epidural just a little easier.
Nancy went to Target this afternoon and started buying little boy outfits with sports and boy things all over them. Based on the amount of clothes she bought today, extrapolated out for the remaining 140 days of her pregnancy, and adding in the clothes that Doris is likely feverishly embroidering as I type this, I have determined that baby Jorge will never have to wear the same clothes twice.
I underestimated this baby preparation thing. I figured a few weeks before he was due, we would go and buy a crib, a car seat, maybe a stroller, and off we'd go. Nope. Tonight I was given a pop quiz on quilts. I'm talking about quilts with themes. Evidently every baby nursery needs a theme. And that theme must apply to everything within the walls of said room. Socks, paint, pictures, bedding, light switch, curtains...everything. There will be nothing in that room that is not adhering to the theme. Who knew? Anyway, these quilts, judging by their price, were hand-woven by Betsy Ross herself around the time of the Revolutionary War. It was as we were mulling over the choices in bedding that it hit me...this kid is going to cost me a lot. Time to make Lakeside Animal Clinic into a 24-7 hospital I guess. How many gift-receiving baby showers is too many?
Nancy has yet to feel the little booger kick, which was hard to believe as I watched him kick her uterus like it owed him money. Soon, I'm guessing, she will long for the days when she was oblivious to the fetal dance-a-thon going on inside her.
We finally got some good quality pictures that you don't have to drop acid to visualize a baby in them. So here they are:
First up is a straight on view of his face. Nancy was very creative with her file names for the pics, so I will use hers. This one is "He's looking at you"
Next is "He has a cute profile". Which obviously is a side view of his face. You can make out a nose and lips. Told ya these pictures were good.
Next up is "his right arm and fist". Self explanatory. Although we can't quite make out his thumb, which leads me to believe he has inherited Nancy's nub thumbs.
And finally, the most graphic photo. Imagine yourself looking up while Baby Jorge was sitting on the toilet, and this is that view you would get. Yep, this one is appropriately titled "Definitely a boy". The green arrow is pointing to his boy parts, in case it wasn't obvious.
That's all for now. And before anyone else asks, no, we have not decided on a name yet. We have had about 12 hours of certainty that he is a boy, so give us a break! That does narrow down our choices for themes, however. Thank God.
Today we finally had the "big" ultrasound. For every ultrasound so far, we have been at the OB's office. She has a nice ultrasound machine, and I was really impressed with her pictures. But today, they had to measure every part of his anatomy, so we had the ultrasound done at the hospital. The pictures she was able to get blew me away. They made our OB's pictures look like they came off my ultrasound machine at the clinic. I do a lot of ultrasounds (albeit on dogs and cats) and I have used several different machines, but this one was incredible. It was not one of those cheesy 3D ultrasounds...this was a real ultrasound where you can see inside of his little body. We could see his bones, all four chambers of his heart, his kidneys, his toes, his fingers, his nose, his lips...everything. But, alas, at a shade under $200K, I am pretty sure I will never own one of these wonderful miracles of technology.
Most importantly, everything looked normal. Well, except for the fact that he is 2 weeks bigger than he is supposed to be. But given that his parents ain't exactly the Olsen twins, that's really not that surprising now, is it? I'm just glad I don't have to push that gargantuan noggin out of any of my body orafices. I think that his size has made Nancy's decision on whether or not to have an epidural just a little easier.
Nancy went to Target this afternoon and started buying little boy outfits with sports and boy things all over them. Based on the amount of clothes she bought today, extrapolated out for the remaining 140 days of her pregnancy, and adding in the clothes that Doris is likely feverishly embroidering as I type this, I have determined that baby Jorge will never have to wear the same clothes twice.
I underestimated this baby preparation thing. I figured a few weeks before he was due, we would go and buy a crib, a car seat, maybe a stroller, and off we'd go. Nope. Tonight I was given a pop quiz on quilts. I'm talking about quilts with themes. Evidently every baby nursery needs a theme. And that theme must apply to everything within the walls of said room. Socks, paint, pictures, bedding, light switch, curtains...everything. There will be nothing in that room that is not adhering to the theme. Who knew? Anyway, these quilts, judging by their price, were hand-woven by Betsy Ross herself around the time of the Revolutionary War. It was as we were mulling over the choices in bedding that it hit me...this kid is going to cost me a lot. Time to make Lakeside Animal Clinic into a 24-7 hospital I guess. How many gift-receiving baby showers is too many?
Nancy has yet to feel the little booger kick, which was hard to believe as I watched him kick her uterus like it owed him money. Soon, I'm guessing, she will long for the days when she was oblivious to the fetal dance-a-thon going on inside her.
We finally got some good quality pictures that you don't have to drop acid to visualize a baby in them. So here they are:
First up is a straight on view of his face. Nancy was very creative with her file names for the pics, so I will use hers. This one is "He's looking at you"
Next is "He has a cute profile". Which obviously is a side view of his face. You can make out a nose and lips. Told ya these pictures were good.
Next up is "his right arm and fist". Self explanatory. Although we can't quite make out his thumb, which leads me to believe he has inherited Nancy's nub thumbs.
And finally, the most graphic photo. Imagine yourself looking up while Baby Jorge was sitting on the toilet, and this is that view you would get. Yep, this one is appropriately titled "Definitely a boy". The green arrow is pointing to his boy parts, in case it wasn't obvious.
That's all for now. And before anyone else asks, no, we have not decided on a name yet. We have had about 12 hours of certainty that he is a boy, so give us a break! That does narrow down our choices for themes, however. Thank God.
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