No News is Good News, I Guess

It was a really strange feeling today at the appointment. It was neither happiness, nor sadness, just more forensic than anything else. Spine is strong and long. Check. Kidneys are cranking out pee into the amniotic fluid. Check. Four appendages. Check. It reminded me of Gary Gnu's "No gnus is good gnus with Gary gnu." I found a clip on YouTube

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mAwVIZDAUF0

and right down that 70's road to The Great Space Coaster which is kind of creepy now that I look at it . . .

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JIYJVW-gPnY

We found out that we probably have two girls and baby C, did not cooperate so we don't know what gender he/she is.

Baby B Profile

Baby A Profile

Baby B Profile and Spine

Baby C Profile

Baby A Hand

So, the wait is on for another 4 weeks.

From my perspective, here on the couch until Mindy asks me to get her something, it's just wait and worry . . . Should we be excited everything is healthy? Yeah, you betcha! But I guess getting a big fat TO BE CONTINUED on the gender was a little like door number 3, well, the lock is broken and we can't see what's behind it, so . . . come back in 4 weeks and we'll let you know what prize you get . . .

Each time we go in, it's like . . . well, the next week's results are the important ones . . . and I guess there's a truth to that . . . next month is the level 2 sonogram where we spend two hours finding out if all of the anatomy is normal . . . right at about 20.5 or 21 weeks . . . so as soon as we walk into an appointment it's like, this one isn't important, it's the next one which is 3 or 4 weeks closer  . . . until the big Week 35, which we hope comes without incident . . .

You can tell there's a hope that there's a boy in there from Mindy and to be grandpa, but, I could care less about gender and worry most about health . . . although, the gender is my fault I suppose chromosomally speaking, and I'm to blame/laud for what I've done. I'm sure my girls will simply read in a corner quietly while dad watches his football. Needless to say, my mom, with 39 years of boys under her belt is ecstatic!

As a guy I feel and I've read we need something tangible, because we don't feel the kicks.  I guess I just want to meet them and have them wrap their fingers around mine. I've written a 3,000 word story for a creative writing class about how it felt waiting each time for the results and I don't know if I'm comfortable sharing online. It seems that throughout the centuries guys have agreed to answer every "what's on your mind?" question with a "nothing" or a grunt. I don't want to break the code.

Dunno. I guess I'm just darn impatient. I'm sure when things get crazy I'll want to put them back in Mindy's belly, though. . . . the thought of 4 girls and me in this house . . . well, it's a good thing I can take a shower over at the YMCA a mile down the road. The thought of 3 girls and 2 boys, well, it seems in a democracy, that's not really all that much better!

I'm rambling . . . I know weeks 16 to 35 will go by in a blink and I'll be wishing for the days when I just rubbed Mindy's belly, kissed all 4 good night, rolled over and went to sleep.