First, we're prepared to capture video of this. That means we already know something's going to be really funny or go terribly wrong. Or both. Second, isn't it terrible how we just keep laughing and keep the film rolling? We will definitely NOT be nominated for Best Parents of the Year. We trust that all of you watching this are our friends and will not turn us in to the authorities...
I love receiving packages. It's the best. Especially when you can track them through a Mac widget like Delivery Status. I love how it tells you exactly how many days until your package arrives. It sets proper expectations. I like that. And with UPS or FedEx, the delivery date is rarely wrong. In fact, if the date IS wrong, it's because my package has come early! (BTW, can anyone explain why the USPS tracking system is so useless? It tells you when the package has been registered in the system and when it has been delivered, but nothing in between. It is truly terrible.)
Having a baby is like waiting to receive a package. You know when it's going to arrive because your doctor tells you when it's coming. The anticipation is there - it's just a super duper long wait. You have to be uber patient. Instead of being delivered via FedEx from California, for example, the package is being delivered via foot courier from the moon.
Fontaine's Musings - I'm Going To Be A Grandmother!
Sunday, 31 January 2010 12:27
July 18, 2009 - This was my 2nd day in Austin Texas; Marcus and I were alone cooking in the kitchen. He blurted out “Mom, if everything has gone normal, you would have become a grandmother already.” Keeping my composure (God was holding back my tears because I am the emotional type that cry even at Disney movies) I responded calmly by saying God has different plans for different families.
August 27, 2009 – While I was getting ready to go to San Francisco airport to fly back to Hong Kong, Marcus called. Instead of a simple “have a safe trip home, mom” he told me they thought they were pregnant and would confirm with a doctor in the next few days. Marcus and Jocelin were very excited of the pregnancy but I had mixed emotions. I was happy but I was also quite concerned. I started crying because I didn’t know what to expect...
Girl! At least that's what the ultrasound technician said. I guess I'll believe her. It was hard for me tell what I was looking at on the screen. All the images were moving so fast. The tech as like, and here's the head, the brain, the kidneys, the lungs, the heart, the fingers, the toes, the spine, and oooo! You're having a girl! I couldn't tell what I was looking at, but it was like she could read the Matrix...
People ask us if we're happy we're having a girl. We're like, we knew we were having a a girl. They're like, how did you know? We're like, because that's what the Chinese Gender Chart said. Check it out and see if it worked for you and your baby. If it didn't, it's must be because you're not Chinese.
*** BTW, I find it hilarious that the website says, "Rumors have it that this chart is over 90% accurate when used properly but please remember that this chart is for entertainment purposes only." First of all, how is the chart used improperly? I'm imagining someone huddled in his basement and crouching over this chart saying, "Muhahahaha, I will use the Chinese Gender Chart for my sinister and evil purposes!" Second of all, if it is truly over 90% accurate, it's more than "for entertainment purposes only". We need to package this baby up and sell it to the Chinese people! Which brings up another important question: When it says "Chinese Gender Chart", does it mean "Gender Chart for Chinese People," or does it mean "Chinese Version of the Universal Gender Chart"? These differences, while subtle, can easily be lost in translation, but can wreak havoc in the world of gender prediction if not understood and used correctly.
Here is a short video of the ultrasound (you have to click through). The 6 minute version was so boring even I couldn't stand it. So I condensed it down to 1 minute...
Yes, it's true. We are preggers! This was totally and completely unexpected. We're about to hit 15 weeks, and Jocelin is finally getting past the nausea. This is especially good news for me because up until now, I've had to eat all of my meals outside of the house. Otherwise, Jocelin will start yelling at me because of the smells. I either have to: (1) eat my food cold (which I have done plenty of) or (2) heat up my food really fast and run outside, hopefully before she knows what is going on. If she catches me, she'll be like, "WHAT is that SMELL?" and I'll reply, "Uh... Rice? You know, that food that you've eaten EVERY SINGLE DAY OF YOUR LIFE?"
July 18, 2009 - This was my 2nd day in Austin Texas; Marcus and I were alone cooking in the kitchen. He blurted out “Mom, if everything has gone normal, you would have become a grandmother already.” Keeping my composure (God was holding back my tears because I am the emotional type that cry even at Disney movies) I responded calmly by saying God has different plans for different families.
Girl! At least that's what the ultrasound technician said. I guess I'll believe her. It was hard for me tell what I was looking at on the screen. All the images were moving so fast. The tech as like, and here's the head, the brain, the kidneys, the lungs, the heart, the fingers, the toes, the spine, and oooo! You're having a girl! I couldn't tell what I was looking at, but it was like she could read the Matrix... 