That is what the technician told us. As we all squinted to make sense of what we were seeing, she herself was sure that she was seeing a penis and we trusted her.
Of course she also said that this is a human baby's profile and we trusted her on that too.
Is that baby smiling? He has every reason to be. What a lucky baby this is going to be!
What Jessie and I bought this boy yesterday were two shirts that look like the shirts his daddy wears- plaid with pockets and a pair of cargo shorts. Why didn't I get a picture? I don't know. I was overwhelmed. But Vergil was delighted when he saw them. Now all we need is a tiny pocket protector and a teeny slide rule. Not really! (Well, sort of.) I wonder if the baby will be more like his engineer daddy or like his artistic and emotional mama. We shall see, won't we?
It's gray here again today and the baby chicks are fine.
Willy and Lilly, the ducks, have already become separated and are honking and quacking in full voice. I love those ducks but they are not the brightest birds in the hen house. Okay. They've found each other again. Much contented quacking ensues...
Our new sheets worked perfectly last night. Unfortunately they did nothing to repel the insane dreams. Oh well. Maurice tried to get me up at a reasonable hour but I ignored her kisses and pleas and she settled down by my hip and we went back to sleep. She knows when it's time for Mr. Moon to get up and she knows when it's time for me to get up. She's not completely insistent, though. Which is good.
And so it goes. I must take a walk and after that I have no idea what I'm doing and I don't care.
Some moments I feel as if my life is whirling by so fast that I can't catch my breath and other moments I feel as if I am stuck in mud and molasses.
Another boy. Can you believe it?
Let us give thanks.