So when I was seeing the neurologist today, the lady at the front desk asked me how far along I was. Then she asked if I was having a boy or a girl. First of all, I'm extremely sick of this question already - WE AREN'T GOING TO FIND OUT! Sometimes I long for the days where there was no option of knowing, but then I suppose every stranger asked "so what are you hoping for, a boy or a girl?" or whatever else strangers decide to ask/tell a pregnant lady. I told her we don't know and she looked at me with a set face and said "oh, you are having a boy". I'm like "really." She says "of course, you're face isn't swollen - with a girl it swells up" (although honestly, I am waiting for my face to get fat - I just assume it's gonna happen). But then she has me stand back from the tall desk to look at my belly, and sees that rather than being basketball-like, it kind of goes out at the top, straight down, and back in at the bottom. She suddenly looks confused and says "oh... but your belly looks like a girl!" Apparently boys are supposed to be round, girls are flat. All I know is, this is only the beginning...
In other news, going to look at our first open house apartment this evening. It's at the upper end of our price range and not exactly where we want to live. Unfortunately we'll be in Jamaica during prime hunting season, but I trust God to take care of us. At least tonight we can walk the area a bit and see what a $2K 2-bedroom looks like in Astoria, Queens, and have a nice meal, most likely at a Greek restaurant (we went from the Polish neighborhood, to the yuppie neighborhood we can no longer afford, and now to the Greek neighborhood).
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The question I always hated was the inevitable "was this a planned pregnancy"? There is no right answer to that one! People are wierd and nosey.
oh, i hate those weird pregnancy myths. It's never accurate...each pregnancy is different. I hope you guys are having fun in Jamaica.
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