We had our ultrasound today and saw our sweet little teacup. SHE is quite a little spitfire. I was absolutely certain it was a boy because she's been so darn active (a very nice way to say she's trying to dance her way out of me). And during the scan, she was bobbing and weaving and kicking and twisting and punching and hopscotching to get away from the scanner. I'm afraid this little gal isn't gonna be much of a sleeper!!!! She's quite big also... very tall. She's about as big as she should be in another week and a half. So either we have the date wrong or we've got another very tall kiddo!
I was a bit of an emotional wreck today for some other reasons (and also hormonal I'm sure) and was boo-hooing a bit in the car. Dani was just blabbering about having a baby girl and she said to me, "Moooom, don't you WANT to have a pink baby??!!" :)
Drama queen news:
The other night as I was helping Dani put her jammies on, I noticed she had scratched her tummy and made it bleed in one little spot. I asked her about it and she said, "Ya, that's cuz my dad hit me." HUH? What do you mean dad hit you? "Dad hit me and I got a owie." When? "Last weekend my dad hit me." I had to turn around so she couldn't see me giggling... meanwhile Duane came running to her door asking what the heck she was talking about. Her little smirk told it all. Little stinker.
Tonight I was just resting and watching American Idol and Dani was climbing and jumping all over me. After asking her to stop many times I finally got upset and sent her off to Daddy. Apparently she went to him saying, "Why does my mom just always tell me to get off her?!" Oh geez! Then five minutes later she came in the living room again and said, "Mom, I just have to tell you something. I'm really very sorry that I was teasing you." :) She can play me like a fiddle!!!