showing off the ultrasounds So here is E modeling some of the ultrasound photos from last night.

The lady said everything looked really good, which is really nice to hear since last weekend I had what I consider to be a complication. Should be nothing, I hope, though. She said that according to the ultrasound machine, gestational age is a bit younger than we originally thought but not enough to change my due date, so…? Who knows. So yeah, it’s not much to see now, but it’s there! And not twins!

A friend of mine messaged me last Friday out of the blue. She’s typically one who’s hard to keep in touch with and the rest of us give her a hard time because she rarely responds to phone calls, emails, or texts. She said, “Are you guys ok? I had a weird dream and felt I needed to check on you.” So I replied that, yes, we’re fine, and that I was pregnant, yada, yada, yada. She says back that she dreamed I was pregnant! And in a second message: “with twins!” So, the visionary in the group was halfway right, pregnant yes, twins no!

This morning was… interesting.

We were getting ready to leave for the dentist and I called Elijah up from the computer where he was playing Purble Palace, to come and get dressed. He slipped on step 1 of 3 and fell, busting his chin open on the underside. He has a pretty good gash, though I don’t guess it’s good enough for stitches. It’s all bandaged up now and ok but this morning, oh the horror. I hope it heals quickly!

That almost made us late for the dentist, too. But we got there and I filled out the paperwork and we went right back. I had prepped Elijah the best I could (you might remember how he had a bad tooth removed last year and so it’s been a long year getting him back from screaming and yelling when he’s had to go to any kind of doctor) but he still got upset when he saw the light. But once we showed him it was just a light, he really chilled out. It’s crazy, though, that he actually liked this dentist and hated the children’s dentist last year. I think a big part of it is that at this place they let me stay with him whereas the children’s dentist made him go alone and so did the oral surgeon that day. You can imagine how that would really ingrain upon a 4-year-old like it did. So this morning they checked him out and the dentist asked him who had been brushing his teeth (Elijah won’t let me help) and commended him on a job well done, then the hygienist cleaned him all up and when he was all done, he said, “I like that, I like the dentist!” lol, whatever works!