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Yesterday morning while scraping the snow off her car, Jeanette fell and bruised her hip. Not bad, but enough that it hurt a little. It just so happened that yesterday after school she had an appointment with her OBGYN for a baby check up, so I told her to make sure she let the doctor know. She didn’t think anything of it because the baby was moving around fine, and she seemed fine, but she said she would.

After school she went to the Doctor and mentioned the fall, and he sent her across the street to the hospital to get checked out. It was just a routine thing because she had fallen, but he wanted to make sure everything was fine.

This scared my wife.

She called me and told me what was going on, so I left work immediately and rushed over.

This scared me.

I got up to the Maternity Ward at Memorial and couldn’t find a nurse to help me find Jeanette (I think they were in a meeting or something) and then one happened to walk out and help me. I found out she was in Triage (btw, that’s about the scariest sounding place in a hospital, but it just means, we bring you in here and check you out. Still scares me though.). I finally got to her and she was hooked up to a fetal monitor and a nurse was talking to her. The nurse was great, she let me know that everything was fine and that they were just gonna take some blood and urine and do an ultrasound to make sure Jeanette and the baby were OK. Jeanette was pretty shaken up, but she was glad I was there with her. We were there from about 4:15 to 7:30, and everything looked fine. On the bright side, we DID get a second ultrasound and another chance to see Katie (we had the tech check to make sure she didn’t see any boy parts… yup, still a girl. :)). They did notice incidentally that Jeanette had an above normal amount of amniotic fluid (97th percentile) which isn’t a really bad thing, there’s a really tiny chance that there’s something wrong with the baby, but the doctor said more than likely, the baby just pees a lot (did you know the amniotic fluid is pee? How weird is that?). So they want us to come back to the doctor next week or the week after and have another Ultrasound (darn) just to make sure everything is cool.

We left and were able to talk to our parents and let them know what’s goin on and they were very encouraging and supportive. Then we went to Logan’s because we were starving! Oh, and Logan’s was also very encouraging and supportive… well, as supportive as a steak and potato can be. Which is a lot.

We came home and sat on the couch together and were glad to just have the day over. It was a long one; especially for Jeanette. She’s a brave girl. I’m glad I married her.

Now that we’re expecting, we spend a lot of time at Babies ‘R Us registering for baby monitors and bibs and such.

The day that we found out we were having a girl, we were all excited and we decided to go to BRU and register for Pink Stuff because we finally could pick out gender specific stuff. So, we went into the store and got the little scanner gun and started through the store. We picked out a few things here and there that were adorable and finally made our way over to the pacifiers. There was another couple a few feet further down the aisle from us. She was a little further along than Jeanette, and they were talking quietly to themselves about diapers or drool or whatever it is other people talk about… As we looked at all the different shapes and sizes and colors of pluggies (that’s what my family called ‘em), we found one that we thought looked ok (how does ANYONE buy a pacifier who’s never had a baby before?) and as we scanned it the other mother (the one talking about drool) says loud enough for us to hear with a little snarl in her voice, “That reminds me, OUR baby is NOT going to have a pacifier.”

Ok, so lets stop for a second. First of all, Jeanette and I didn’t get mad or talk to her or anything like that, we both kinda looked at each other, went to another aisle and laughed our heads off. But why? Why did we find that so funny? I mean… she was rude. Like she wanted us to feel like we were going to be worse parents than her because we were planning to use a pacifier. A Pacifier! Believe me, I’m planning on screwing up my children just as much as the next guy, but… I had never thought I would do it by giving her a pacifier. I guess it was funny because we felt so bad for her. I mean, she needed to demean 2 people she didn’t know to feel good about herself. That’s just sad, and somehow, I find that hilarious. It’s like when you’re around a little kid and they’ve somehow gotten themselves up on the coffee table and their socks slip and they fall on their butt and get a good jolt. It’s funny! I mean, he didn’t get hurt, but a child with some sense in them would have known to take their socks OFF first before climbing on the coffee table so he’ll get better traction for the jump to the couch. I felt the same way about the lady in Babies ‘R Us. If she had any common sense at all, she would have waited until we left the aisle and talked to her husband about pacifiers just between the two of them.

I think over all though, the real take away from this post, is that you should never leave me alone with your child… unless the emergency numbers are clearly posted nearby.