And in the time it took to write that Roanen came back into the room and insisted that he should be "Up!"...
Anyway, I had a monthly doctor's appointment yesterday which coincided with Roanen's appointment to get his chicken pox vaccination so we didn't have to make two trips. I'm going to start by defending my decision to get the kids their varicella vaccine. I know I was originally completely against the idea of vaccinating my kids against something that seemed really harmless, but aside from the fact that Josey is a major scratcher and picker and would no doubt drive me completely insane if he got chicken pox, the doctor told me that, amongst other things, studies have shown (don't ask me how) that getting chicken pox causes IQs to go down. Not drastically, but I already feel guilty about not forcing fish oil on them every day so I don't want to be the cause of dumbing them down even more. So the shots were had and Roanen didn't even cry until I didn't comfort him well enough due to the fact that Josey peed himself and was pulling off his pants in the office.
On the pregnancy end, both the nurse and doctor quickly found the spot on my stomach that I thought was a hernia, and confirmed that it was, in fact, a hernia. Apparently it will probably go away after I deliver and is in a safe enough spot that it shouldn't strangulate so they're not going to do anything about it. I now weigh 131 lbs, which is a 5 lb weight gain from last month, and the heart rate was really fast, but within normal rates. This apparently suggests that it's a girl, as does the Chinese Lunar Calendar, but both would have also suggested that Roanen is a girl. I was vaguely contemplating finding out the sex of the baby if I was to have another ultrasound since I'm assuming it's a girl and didn't want to be too shocked if it's not. However, everyone else really wants me to find out (really badly for some reason) and I got a "What, are you stupid? Why didn't you find out?" look from my grandmother this weekend when I told her I didn't know what it was, so my stubbornness wins out. I don't really want to know anyway. I'm perfectly happy referring to it as "he" whenever I talk about it, and imagining a baby girl. I realized also that I may just want a girl for the novelty, but I feel like I would be way more comfortable and happy with a boy once the pink fun wore off. Also, I've said all along that things are going to get so crazy when the baby's born that I'm not going to wish for it to come early like I did with the boys, but pregnancy is starting to get uncomfortable and I'm already wishing it would be over with. The fact that the ultrasound techs are still insisting that I'm due on Sept. 25th (wrong wrong wrong) doesn't help since that means that I'm only at 20 weeks and a few days. That's only halfway and I don't FEEL like my belly should grown for another 15+ weeks. It's not right, and no I will not embrace my pregnant body as it is. So there ;)
I'm currently compiling a list of words that Roanen uses, since the doctor was suitably impressed at the range of his vocabulary. Apparently he should be using about 25 words at 18 months, and he's saying at least double that I think. Genius child. Once I think I have most of them I'll post again.