Human Pin Cushion

Lately I've been thinking back on my childhood and the days of having to be dragged to the doctor's office. I absolutely hated getting shots and would cry, play dead, argue, anything I had to do to get out of the horrible pain. I remember my mom telling me how she didn't like getting shots as a little girl either. Then she would say, once you have a baby you are no longer scared because you just get used to it. Well, mom you were half right. I still dislike going and I still close my eyes, but I no longer cry so that's a good thing. It really is amazing how much blood work they do when you are pregnant. I went again this morning for yet another panel and the woman at Quest Diagnostics now knows me by name and we chat about life. I feel like a human pin cushion/heroine addict (from the bruised veins). Everything keeps coming back fine, and I just keep on going as instructed. I guess it's all preparation for the biggy...the epidural. On a happy note, Tim and I started a registry at Babies R Us. It was so fun shopping around and it made me want to meet our little one even more. As we walked out of the store though it did cross my mind that our 'girl verdict' was only 80% chance. If our 'she' is really a 'he' I don't think he'd be happy with the hot pink bouncy car Tim picked out. On Tuesday we will have full confirmation.