It's A Boy! But You Already Knew ThatMonica Bielanko
So The Cramp from yesterday persists. Today I was going to tell you a story about pre-doctor appointment razor burn in an unfortunate location and my attempt to utilize Butt Paste to remedy the situation but… I think I’ll save that for tomorrow.
This post from my Babble buddy Danielle reminded me that I forgot to tell you about the day we found out we were having a son. Or did I? Hell, I can’t remember what I had for breakfast, let alone whether I told you about The Big Ultrasound. Except, yes. Yes I can. Two plates of tortilla chips liberally sprinkled with sharp cheddar cheese and a healthy dose of hot sauce. And sour cream. And a little verde to balance out the hot sauce. Still. I can’t remember if I told you the story of the ultrasound and it seems like a fairly important story to pass along on a website dedicated to Being Pregnant.
Except instead of writing about it here, I’m just going to go ahead and link you over to my personal blog. BAM.
And because he’s a much better writer than I could ever dream of being, here’s a little something my husband, Serge, wrote.
If you’re a Babble fan, and I hope that you are because they seem to like me or at the very least are tolerating me for the time being, you may be familiar with Katie Granju. As she has bravely chronicled, she lost her son Henry earlier this year. I tell you this to clarify a few things in Serge’s post and to introduce you to Katie and her stellar parenting insight, if you don’t already know her.
She lost a son and I am gaining one and the world doesn’t make sense a lot of the time, but my husband has such a way with words that sometimes it seems like everything’s gonna be alright anyway.
Meet back here tomorrow? See you then.