Dash Two, We See You

What is it about having that second child that makes you not just less neurotic (I did briefly worry about having a child with eight limbs, but that was only because the waiting room would not stop playing the story of the kid with eight limbs. Real helpful people! Real handy!) but also just even more forgetful if that is possible.

Consumed with the T.D. and trying to actually make an appointment on time I completely forgot to bring my handy doctor's slip saying it was A-OK for me to actually have that sonogram today. Just in case, I was thinking of hanging around the imaging office for kicks as we pregnant woman are wont to do. Luckily, H was able to drive home right quick and pick it off the fridge and skedaddle back to the doctor's office.

And another thing, I don't know about you, but why is that all customer service reps be it on the phone or in person no longer speak above a whisper? Seriously. Yesterday, at the bakery as I tried to order a cake the woman did not get my business because I could not hear my cakey options. I just ended up walking away. Same thing at my mute CVS pharmacy where no one dares speak any words of which we do not speak. Or anything at all for that matter. Then today, the receptionist at the sonogram place. The dude would not talk louder than a gnat with laryngitis.

Off my Andy Rooneyesque rant now, I do have news. For a full half hour or more we got to see this new bean. Dash Two didn't really feel like showing her face but in the end we got some very clear shots.

T.D. will now have some competition in her efforts to win world domination and H will be living in a sea of estrogen from here on out. He has already asked for a male dog and realized that the gaggle of teen girls he has seen being chaperoned at various places by a tired looking middle-aged man is now in his future.