Mom Remembers

Soren is good at saying "please". He has trouble saying "thank you". Soren is good at going up the stairs. He has trouble coming down. Soren is good at sleeping through the night. He has trouble taking naps. Soren is good at keeping his toys in the tub. He has trouble keeping the water in too. Soren is good at identifying ducks. He has trouble feeding them. Soren is good at waiting resignedly. He has trouble waiting quietly. Soren is good at staying in one place. He has trouble staying in one position. Soren is good at drinking from an open cup. He has trouble setting it down right-side up. Soren is good at identifying food. He has trouble identifying what is not food. Soren is good at adapting to new people and places. He has trouble adapting to a new timetable.

I went in for ultrasound #2 today. A good friend watched Soren so Scott and I could visit the technician in peace. I swung by Scott's office to pick him up and we headed to the clinic, him in his suit and tie and I in my jeans and oversized tee. It was a different technician this time and he got straight to business. He got a clear shot up between the legs straight off and imparted the all-important news: It's a boy! Then he puttered around, looking at the brain and making sure everything was ok (which was the excuse given so we could come back). And everything is ok! The doctor said there is no reason to expect that our next son won't be as intelligent and good-looking as our first. Hooray! Two healthy sons! I know it does't have the same implications today as it did back then, but I can't help but think about what a winning streak this would have been for a medieval wife. It's too bad I wasn't born back then so I could enjoy the (completely undeserved) pr