Yesterday we went to this fine place. Storybook land is an amusement park for younger kids with rides they can all go on, especially my tall kids, they met all the height requirements. Having there been some height restriction failures in the past, I know how distraught they can be when denied access to a ride.
This was our first time at this particular park and the kids had a ball but I have to say some of the attractions were creepy.
It is an older park, so things are not brand new but there is something about an old stuffed animal wolf who "comes to life" to tell how he ate Grandma and is now dressed in her nightgown.
No wonder kids have nightmares.
Tonight is my 20 week ultrasound. This parasite and I have made it halfway through and it was rough but here we are. It feels like I have been pregnant forever.
We decided when we had the twins that if we ever had another child, we would not want to know the sex of the baby.
That is terrific in theory. I am a person who needs everything to be just right. I am a planner, a thinker, a person who worries that if we do not find out the sex of this baby how on Earth will I know what clothes to wash or which color crib sheets to buy? My husband, the kind soul, told me to find out but just not tell him.
How would that work out? It wouldn't.
So tonight we will go and make sure our baby is growing OK, the heart is beating, and the baby is healthy. I will of course, be checking out genitalia. That is if I can see or tell anything, something I have no hope in. I couldn't even tell I had two babies my very first ultrasound, it could have been a cat's ultrasound for all I know.
Did you find out your baby's sex and why or why not?
2 months ago