Pain in the....

Gizmo, today you are 28 weeks old, 7 whole months, and you are already a pain in my ass....literally. At my appointment today I had to get a shot....IN MY BUTT. This is something that hasn't happened since I was about 5 years old. See I have a very rare blood type, O-. Apparently the odds of you also having a negative blood type are very small, and if you are in fact a positive blood type and your blood and my blood mix, certain disaster will occur. Sort of like when the gatekeeper and the keymaster finally meet up. So at 28 weeks, and again at birth, I get a RhoGam shot to make sure that I am not developing antibodies to you Giz.

So when the nurse took me back in a room for the shot, instead of the lab where I usually get them, I thought to myself, "Wow this shot must be really bad if they don't even want to give it to me in front of the other girls." So imagine how confused I was when we got to the room and the nurse told me to bend over and pull down my pants. Yikes.

Good news though, everything about you/us is looking good. Weight = good, fundal measurement = good, blood pressure = good, and your heartbeat = good. All in all a very boring appointment. Boring is good Giz.

On a completely random note we have been having tons of storms here lately. Scary green sky storms. Today the tornado sirens went off in the city. I don't know if they had ever gone off before in all the years that I have lived here. I had no idea what to do. All those years of tornado drills in grade school and I completely blanked. Are you suppose to keep the windows shut or open them? Maybe you open them if it's a hurricane? Where do you go if you don't have a basement? In the end Bax and I decided we would be safest if we all napped on the couch. So that is exactly what we did....all 2 and 2/3 of us.