Commencing baby countdown aught 9

Holy moly! We just got back from the doctors and learned that the little bean is three weeks ahead of schedule! All 7 lbs. 11 oz. of her! I nearly fell into the floor in shock. And then I regained consciousness and nearly had a panic attack about all the stuff I have to do. For work. As if that really matters these days, but until it doesn’t matter, it does.

Also, I’m beginning to collect Things To Embarrass My Daughter With Later, which includes, today, the only ultrasound photo we walked away with.

Of her booty.

And her privates.

With an arrow pointing to the you-know-what and big capital letters proclaiming IT’S A GIRL! Ha ha!

Poor thing. Bless her heart. Let the booty jokes begin!