After my lovely "Freedom Weekend" wherein I actually did some slothing, some inspiring blog discovering, some terrible Hugh Grant movie-watching and some reckless eating, Monday arrived. And with it a big fat deja vu style disappointment.
It was the day for our 18 week scan. "Ultrasound Day", if you will. The day I've been waiting for, curbing these nesting instincts within an inch of their life - just waiting to hear..... PINK? BLUE?? Tell me already... put me out of my misery...
Friends and family will be shaking their heads. In befuddlement, amusement, perhaps even amazement. Just how can this happen twice?
So yes - Lil Val #2 is going to remain a mystery. For a while at least. I mean, it should only take me a few days to work on the Hubs in convincing we do another 3D ultrasound, right?
Stupid, shy baby parts...
PS -- I KNOW this sounds spoiled and rotten and whiny for no good reason. Trust me - I am VERY happy that all seems well in the womb-world, that we got the "unofficial" thumbs up from the ultrasound tech that he/she looks very healthy and happy and normal. I get it - that's all I should be concerned about. So really really - I'm not looking a gift horse in the mouth. But it doesn't mean I can't be a bit bitter that it happened again, right?