marc and michelle

It's a Boy!

Lots more blue and lots of cute faces like these

We couldn't be more excited for another boy! I have definitely been a little worried as to what they might find during the last few months, because whenever we would ask Jackson what the baby was he would say, "A brother and a sister. Jackson have two babies!" This was said EVERYTIME we asked him and said without Marc or I ever saying anything. We were anxious to have an ultrasound to see what we were having, but we were also wondering if Jackson was slightly more in tune with things than us, turns out he is no more spiritually inclined than us. :)

The doctors check up was rather interesting and I left in tears, determined that I wouldn't come back....and I won't be. The doctor was kind of just obnoxious. He wasn't helpful at all and mind you I did all of this without Marc.

When I first got into the room he asked me if I had any last minute predictions as to what the baby's gender was. I said I really didn't care, but that it could be fun to have another boy so my son could have a little buddy to play with, plus hand me downs and the status of our money situation, would definitely help. :) Anyway, he said, "Oh, so you have another son? How old is he?" I said he was two. And the doctor quickly said, "And you are having another one already?" Okay, so I know I am in California and people's attitudes about having kids and the space between kids might be different...but seriously, do they have to say this? I mean didn't they choose the occupation of being an OBGYN because they were excited to bring new life into this world? If they are going to be so critical of people and out right to their face, why even be there. Get a new job.

Anyway, I could handle that comment and brushed it off. But then a few seconds later, he said, "Well, it looks like you are having another little boy." I was so excited and smiled and said, "Can I see?" Because he only had the monitor faced toward himself. His lovely response...wait for it, "If I turn it towards you, than I can't see." Are you kidding me? Did you really just say that to me? Okay, mister doctor that doesn't know how to do an ultrasound well enough to show the patient and himself what is going on at the same time. You are what I like to call, a joke. A joke I tell you.

So I layed there for the next twenty minutes while he finished up the ultrasound and started at the ceiling, getting more and more mad inside, because I had no idea what was going on or what my baby even looked like. I just wanted a glimpse. You can't tell me, if you are a mom, that you didn't look forward to your MAJOR big ultrasound. To see what you were having, to see if you baby was healthy, just basically to see. This is a twenty to thirty minute ultrasound usually and well, it isn't supposed to go this way.

At the very end he told me I was all done. I sat up and started to gather my things, when he said, " Are you alright? Are you disappointed you are having another boy? Are you still going to keep the baby because it is another boy?" Um, thank you dumb doctor, last time I checked I was happy to be having a baby at all. Boy or Girl, I am thrilled, you on the other hand have only one thing on your mind, if I am going to keep this baby. And well, rest assured I am going to keep this baby and I am more than excited to have it coming into our home, but you, you know VERY little about how to read people or treat people. I am mad because of the way I was treated and the fact that I don't even know what you saw in the ultrasound. You never told me anything beyond, "It's a boy." And you never once showed me the monitor. Yeah, tell me about it. I'm mad at you.

Anyway, I am I quickly answered him, wished I could speak my mind, but I was too close to tears and too close to losing it. I started to walk out of the room, when I think the anger hit a little stronger and I turned around and said, "You know I came here really excited to find out what I was having, but I was also really anxious to find out if the baby was healthy. So can you tell me if he is?" The doctor quickly replied with a yes. That's all I got, that's all I was going to get, and that's all I needed. I was about to cry and I didn't even want to give him the pleasure of seeing me do so. So I walked out.

I picked up the phone tried to call Marc, but he was in classes. I called my Mom, had a good cry and told her what I was having. It was a relief to talk to someone and I was glad to get out of that office. Needless, to say I am still on the hunt for a good doctor. I'll find one, but wow, what a lame ultrasound and doctor.

Thank heaven's I didn't have Jackson with me (thanks Bryn). Jackson got to spend the morning playing with Claire. Which by the way, funny story. Today, when I was getting Jackson dressed. We were talking. Jackson said, "daddy." To me on accident and quickly corrected himself, by saying, "No, Daddy a boy. Mommy a girl." And started laughing. I smiled and asked him what Tyler was. He said, "A boy". He asked him what Grandma is, "And he said, "A girl." Then I asked him a few more. Then I asked him what Claire was and he said, " A princess." How funny is that?! I have no idea where he came up what that. It definitely made me laugh.

So, we are having a boy and honestly we Couldn't Be More Excited! More Cars, Dirt, Sticks, and bugs. What gets better than that? :)