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So...everyone knows that I have been BEYOND excited since we found out that Paula is having a girl. I mean Hello...I am on boy overload! Well...guess what?!? She's not having a girl.
I went with her to her ultrasound appointment yesterday (they needed it because she's measuring too big, but that's another story...and it involves her killing a pack of Oreos a week...LOL!) Anyhoo, we're in the room and the tech is doing her thing...Paula & I are saying "Ohhh, we can't wait to see HER face, can we see if SHE is too big?, how much does SHE weigh?..." The tech gets a weird look on her face and says "Um, what are we saying this is?"Paula : "A girl. That's what YOU said last time." (Yup, same tech)The tech: (Covers face with hands) "It's NOT a girl! There's his WINKIE!" (She was British)Me: "So...she has a penis?!? Are you sure?!?"
I whipped out my cell & called Lissy. Melissa was in the room with her. I'm like "It's a boy!"Lissy: "What do you mean?!?"Me: "It's not a girl!"Lissy: "This isn't a funny joke, Niki!"
Paula took it REALLY well. Much better than me, in fact! I told her "Remember how it took me a minute to be happy that you were pregnant? It's going to take a minute for me to wrap my mind around this." The good news is that the baby looks perfect...HE has a little Buddha belly & HIS Mommy needs to chillax on the Oreos, but...HE's perfect. Except for that pesky penis. Oh, well! On a different note, Lissy is leaving me for about 2 weeks and I think that I may just die. I have to do all the billing & payroll. STOP LAUGHING! And the seperation anxiety...OY!

We're never apart for more than a 3 day weekend! Everyone better be really nice to me this week because me without my bestie is like a crackhead without crack. I.E. Not good!
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