Sporty BayBee

Today was the 13 week Ultra Sound to see if the baby has...a big neck. And a blood test. I put my coat under my shirt so that I can park in the 'pregnant ladies' spot. My Doctor is on Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills which was a mark against him in my book at first...but now that i see that there's a plastic surgeon in the same building I've changed my tune.

Normally I wait a long time in the WAITING room but with Jeff with me for the first time I actually went up to the receptionist and asked 'how much longer" and apologized for being impatient. She pointed towards where Jeff was sitting in the waiting room and said--"men".

I've not been nervous GENERALLY but as soon as we were in the waiting room I couldn't do anything but stare at the other pregnant women and wonder how their butts were so small.

Soooo--the french ultra sound lady was very happy with what she saw. Which made it happy for us. (The Betty Blue soundtrack just started playing on my ITUNES as I typed the word French)

This was what she said---
"There she is! She is so active!"



(they don't know the sex yet--we'll know june 22)

The baby was moving around a lot--I think all babies are doing that--but this Ultra Sound lady really knows how to sell it...she made it seem like something unbelievable was happening. Which--I guess is. I was all happy afterwards--telling Jeff--"it's a really active happy baby! that's what the french lady said!" and he was like 'or maybe it's moving around a lot due to anxiety."

The french lady also said--

"Look at her stretching her legs and moving around! You have a sporty baby!" (a lesbian baby)
"Looook! She's very positive this baby...look at her raising her arm in the air--she is triumphant!" (a black panthers baby)

The picture below is from the top of her/his head...she kept raising one hand up. We all waved back. And was excited to see that the baby will be good on a parade float.



Everything looked great....we have to wait until the we get the blood tests back to get the real results. But it all seemed quite good. I am tired....I was shocked to get on the scale and see 139 pounds at the Doctors--at home i'm 135--which means i've gained 7 pounds so far. But nobody seemed to care. Even though I tried to get them care---I stood up and grabbed the fat on my stomach and shook it at them--like I like to do--and nobody even laughed.


I'll have to go to the message boards where mother's to be reprimand other mothers for gaining too much weight.


The baby's arm looked a bit thin so we went to a Jewish Deli--Nat and Al's and ate creamed herring.

I have never felt such a strong family vibe as I have since being pregnant--this is gonna be one lucky baby.