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November 09, 2004

batman footface

yesterday paul and i showed up at the duly appointed hour for the alarmingly named congenital anomalies scan.

now, this is apparently routine for patients with gestational diabetes, and really the only thing scary about this is the name. it's merely a very detailed scan, complete with measures like length of femur, appropriate flapping of heart valves, counting of kidneys, presence of nose, etc. but the name, my god, that is scary.

i am relieved to report that all is well.

we have exactly enough kidneys, some interesting-looking pieces of brain, two legs, two feet, two hands, and one arm. (okay, we probably have two arms, since we do, in fact, have two hands, but batman was obstinately keeping his left arm hidden, with only the hand peeping out for counting purposes.)

the scan was extremely detailed. you could practically see fingerprints. the things that were recognizable were instantly so. "hey!" i said more than once, "that's a ______!" this was in sharp contrast to earlier and lower-resolution scans, where we thought there was something in there, but it might as well be a hamster.

i give you batman's foot and batman's face.

October 13, 2004

please buy me this

it is impossible to describe how nerve-wracking it was to look at cribs this weekend — in fact, even entering the baby store made me break out in a cold sweat and something suspiciously close to diaper rash.

rather than venture near the baby store again for furnishings, i am constructing a wish list online. won't you offer your input?


cribs
...for the baby who likes to go fly fishing, though how you get hip waders on someone who can't walk, i'm sure i don't know
...for the baby who hunts big game, prowling across the savannah in his tiny custom-built hummer
...for the baby whose mother loses an eye every time she bends over to pick him up


linens
...for any baby born in a french whorehouse
...for the baby who neatly makes her bed every day of the year, and then helpfully scooches down the hall to make mine
...for the baby who makes more money than i do


big-kid bed
...for either a girl, a boy, or a rabbit


playhouse
i've decided the kid can have our house. i'm moving in here.