Today we had a really clear ultrasound of little Benjamin Wesley Fry — yes, clearly a boy — who’s cooking in Mommy’s tummy. The appointment was at 1 p.m., which is usually Rebecca’s nap time, but I insisted on taking her anyway. Even though Rebecca pretty much screamed bloody murder as soon as we went back to the little room and didn’t stop for 15 minutes, I’m glad I went.
Rebecca was fine in the waiting room (and had played well at McDonald’s for nearly an hour before that), but as soon as she saw the little patient room, heard the crinkling paper, and saw the nurse, she went berserk. I should have expected this. She’s never liked visiting the doctor — even the times when she didn’t get shots. And she got worried when Mommy had to lie down on the table.
I stayed long enough to see the clearest ultrasound images I’ve ever seen. We could count every vertebra in his spine, see his bladder, his ribs, individual toes and fingers. I saw his mouth moving, and boy was he kicking — in much the same way Rebecca was kicking, like a bucking bronco in my arms. As soon as the nurse established gender (it was very clear on the screen), I took the banshee outside where she immediately became an angel again. It was magic. Her tears dried instantly on her face in the 20 mph winds.
We found a hill beside the clinic and Rebecca climbed to the top, then slid down carefully. We found rocks and dirt. Then we returned to the car where she had juice and watched “Curious George” on DVD until Mommy was done.
They established that the due date is still June 23, and that today was 19 weeks (same dates they’d given before).
Because of all that, Rebecca had a late/long nap, but she had fun in the late afternoon too.
Today’s high was 83°F, which is a record… Are you getting tired of me saying that? I’m getting tired of it happening. The year is only four weeks old and already we’ve set the record high (for individual dates) five times. About 4 p.m. a cool front moved in and it rained a bit (20 minutes?)
This evening, Rebecca grabbed my finger and led me to my bedroom, which was dark. I reached for the light switch and she said, “No, Daddy. Pay boo!” I didn’t understand her, but eventually she explained she wanted it to be scary so we could play “boo!” which is a game she’s invented. Basically, you just sit around in a dark room saying “Boo!” to other people. She loves it.