I know it's been a long time since my last post, as many have noted. I'm blaming S.A.D. Also, nothing has really inspired me to post, until today.
Today I met Laura at a little Maternity center in Lincoln Park to witness her first (and possibly only) sonogram of this pregnancy. After a short wait in the waiting room, and the nurse's little check up (waiting room part 2), we went into the room containing that giant computer that is a sonogram machine. The doctor came in, asked if we "want to know", slapped some gel on Laura's tummy, and after only a few seconds of watching the psychedelic black and white moving image on the monitor, Laura let out a gasp, indicating that she knew the sex. I was not sure what I was looking at, since most of the time a sonogram is like watching a black and white Stan Brakhage film*. But when the Dr. zoomed in on a little bulge sticking out between two skinny leggish looking things, I realized that the Hartrich house is soon going to be new and improved, with 50% more testosterone. The point was firmly driven home when Dr. typed out "IT LOOKS LIKE A BOY" on the screen and, with a cute nod in our direction, said, "I'll print that up for you."
As we were walking to the car, it dawned on us. Two. Boys. In one house. I guess it's time to brush up on my wrestling moves. I only had a sister when I was growing up, and in some ways I was the more feminine of the two of us. Now I'm going to have two little boys constantly scheming up the crazy plans that boys make up together**. Thanks to our president and his buddies, who taught us the principle of pre-emptive strikes. Now I know the importance of stopping them in their tracks. I'll have to brush up on that too.
*Don't sleep on Dog Star Man.
**Yes, I realize that girls probably make up crazy schemes too. But I know that boys are always doing it, for their entire lives. And yeah, maybe some boys don't do that too. Quit whining you liberal ninny!