Hi Internets,

It's been a little while!

There were some things that happened that I didn't really want to talk about, but at the same time I couldn't think about talking about anything else. No big really, had a bit of a scare with an ultrasound; the docs thought maybe that Penny had a chromosomal disorder, but couldn't do the follow up exam for ten whole days. Ten days I spent pointedly not thinking about chromosomes or anything related to them. Additionally we were out of town for a while on a trip that I would have to start another blog to properly develop the intricacies of the years of drama that came to a head while we were visiting. Couldn't really think too hard about those behavior patterns either, too closely related to chromosomes.

Anyway, the baby is too cool for school. All her chromosomes are ordered in the order that the doctors say is proper and she gave us some nice jazz hands at the last ultrasound. The radiologist was my kind of lady too, walked into the room and told us it was stupid that we were even called back for a second exam. I love it when snarky doctors are snarky toward other doctors.

So the short story is that I'm back. I've been thinking about GBS a lot for the past month, composing lots of genius entries. You must not have been reading very close to have missed them all.

For your patience I leave you with what only could have been a tribute to my husband:



In the week to come I'll be taking the bull by the horns and talking not only about the resurgence of vomit in the sixth month of my pregnancy, but also the extremely controversial topic of sober birthing.

See you soon lovers.