Our dryer died last night, just as I started a new load of laundry, now leaving two loads of laundry wet and stinky. No worries, just hang it on the clothes line, you say? Well, the last big storm that raged through town killed the clothes line, so that isn't a suitable solution. We debated having someone come out and fix the dryer, but Murphy's Law says that you'll spend 100+ dollars to fix your 200 dollar dyer and then have to buy a new one anyway, so we took our money and gave it to the good folks at Sears instead.
I refuse to let it get me down because there is the promise of days by the pool with the kids this week and the fact that we plopped down the $380 (gotta have that delivery and install fee) right after receiving the fun news of what little bean is. We had our ultrasound today, or as Aaron calls it "the moment pregnancy becomes real for me". I get the "pleasure" of tap dancing on my bladder, so the reality sinks in a little sooner for me.
In the 3 years since the last time we had an ultrasound they added a lovely viewing monitor for parents, so I didn't have to be a contortionist trying to see the tech's monitor. One interesting fact was that this babe is measuring exactly where it should for it's due date and my other two measured about three weeks ahead of their due dates and they debuted about three weeks ahead of schedule. So I am preparing myself now for a full term (or longer, bah!) baby this time around. Gotta psych myself out early, because around August 1 I may be contemplating suicide at the thought of 28 more days (mom, I'm kidding).
Bean is a modest one, crossing its legs and keeping things very proper. It uncrossed momentarily allowing the technician to say "Weeeell, I can tell you what I don't see." and thus confirming (as best she could under the circumstances) the gut feeling we all had that we are in fact having a girl. Maybe. Most likely. Probably. I asked her if we should just keep it to ourselves and not tell people just in case and she said that while she could never be 100% about these things, she thought we'd be safe telling folks the news. So there you have it, folks and the same man who was all worried at the prospect of raising one daughter is giddy at the prospect of raising two daughters. I think he is secretly glad to have another little princess in the mix.