Much Ado About Nothing

Before we begin the news and analysis of yesterday's events, we'll start with a funny story:

As I've previously blogged about, the Russell side of the family is VERY boy-heavy: My grandparents had two boys, my dad had two boys, and my uncle had one of each. One cousin has two boys, and the other cousin is now expecting a boy in August. So the pressure remains to break the seemingly impervious hold that the Y chromosome has on our family. Yesterday, we're on our way to the doctor. You know what comes on the radio? Daughters by John Mayer. Know what comes on a few minutes later? In My Daughter's Eyes by Martina McBride. After lunch, it's Martina's song again!!! Whether or not this ends up being some meaningless observation or perhaps prophecy/Divine messaging remains to be seen. But we shared a laugh and wondered at the possible meaning.

On to the update. I hate to use the word disappointing or even anti-climactic to describe the doctor's visit. So let's say uneventful. Here's why: We were all set with expectations, mainly because my cousin Kristi uses the same OB/GYN group that Leah does. Different doc, but same group. Kristi had all this stuff done on her initial 'pregnancy' visit--heard the heartbeat, had an ultrasound, etc etc. Some of that probably stemmed from being on a fertility drug and the increased chances, albeit small, of multiple births. Leah was on the same drugs, so we thought our visit would be a carbon copy of theirs. Wrong.

Due date? Nope. Hear the heartbeat? No way. How about an ultrasound? Uh uh. We get all that next time. But the good news is that everything appears to be normal, the doc said her educated guess would be that we only have one baby, and everything is fine and dandy for a 7-week pregnant mother. "Here's your co-pay, we'll see you in a month." I think the doc sensed our slight disappointment, and accused us of being doubters. But given the choice of waiting a month or a fat insurance bill b/c Blue Cross/Blue Shield deemed something unnecessary and undocumented......patience is a virtue, grasshopper!!

So, that's it. We did have a fun, and tiring, day. We showed our moms the baby furniture that I think we've decided on, we had lunch at Bennigan's, and we toured the Baptist Hospital for Women and found the "Frantic Father--Oh my god I'm gonna be a daddy" entrance. They even have a cool little mnemonic device to remember it--Front door, second floor (Yes, mnemonic is a word--look it up).

Next appointment: May 23. Gosh, that's 27 days away.

UPDATE: The appointment has been moved to Thursday, May 26. Gosh, that's 30 days away!! You see, Monday is a REALLY bad day for Leah to be out of the bank. So Thursday it is. 722 hours, 15 minutes and counting. Uggh.