I had a Dr's appointment today.
I went in for the genetic test they do between 9-13 weeks.
They do an ultrasound and draw a bunch of blood.
Jeremy was on "kid duty", so I went alone.
No big deal, it's just a test and a follow-up....
Until they start the ultrasound and tell you they can't do the test.
"Ummm... the baby is measuring 16 weeks. It's too big so we can't do the test."
WHAT?!? I'm like 3 weeks ahead of schedule now?
Then the clincher.
"Are you interested in the sex of the baby?"
Jeremy's not here.
"I want to know but I should probably wait until my husband can be here too. I don't want him to be disappointed that he missed it" says the crazy woman with her bare belly exposed.
I was so tempted to just find out.
Then I called Jeremy and told him the crazy news.
He was so desperate to know the news that he sent me back to find out if they would tell us what the baby was.
Unfortunately the tech said she didn't even look since I told her I didn't want to know.
The moral of the story: Don't try and be a considerate wife, it doesn't get you where you want to be.
So my new due date is Oct 7th and we are dying because if I weren't trying to be so nice we would actually know what we are having right now. The suspense is killing us!