many health-related tidbits.
Megawati Sukarnoputri was elected vice president of Indonesia today. Whose daughter is she?
(Don't send me your answers. This is just a little way to expand your horizons. Honest.)
Darin and I have agreed on a nickname for the baby: Bug. No, not as in "cute as a ___" but rather as in "y2k ___." 'Cause it's a 2000 baby and all.
Bug is a rather modest child, we have discovered. The doc today used the word "shy" but this child is genetically related to Darin, so we know that can't be the case. We had an ultrasound, the main point of which was to find out if Bug is a he or a she. We did learn that Bug is perfectly featured and everything -- spine, head, heart -- looks really, really good on the screen. (How the doc could tell where everything was, I have no idea, but that is, after all, her job.)
We couldn't find out the sex because Bug's legs were very firmly together, which leads me to conclude that, boy or girl, Catholic school is in this kid's future. So we have to wait a few more weeks before popping into the office again and getting a "sex check," in which they do a quick ultrasound just for that purpose.
I also learned that all this coughing I've been doing hasn't been upsetting Bug's life at all -- probably hasn't felt a thing. Life's pretty easy when you're suspended in fluid.
After today's appointment we went to Nate 'n' Al's Delicatessen in Beverly Hills, which we now feel confident in calling the best deli we've been to in the area. The matzoh ball soup (we each had a bowl) was perfect -- the best Darin's ever had outside his mother's. And he really enjoyed his plate of potato pancakes as well.
We went to a different doctor yesterday and got drugs to fight these colds we have. Darin got the high-powered drugs that probably haven't been tested on pregnant women yet; I got run-of-the-mill amoxicillin. I also managed to cough up phlegm during the appointment, and the doctor actually checked it out. Euwwww.
Darin told the doctor he'd been sick for almost a week and I've been sick for a week and a half. The doctor said we could have come in earlier, but it's better to wait a little while: he has patients come in and say, "I'm going on vacation and I feel a little something coming on. Give me drugs."
Darin and I have continued to disturb one another's sleep habits. The first two nights we were home I ended up moving to the guest room because Darin's snoring was so atrociously loud I couldn't sleep. (Yes, you may point out the irony that we were able to sleep together in a teeny weeny double bed in NYC, but now that we're back home in our big king-size bed I have to move.) This morning he got up at 7, unable to get back to sleep because I was snoring up a storm.
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