Needle Jabs, 101 Ways To Blow (read the post)...... and Bald Babies!

Thankfully, not at the same time. Well, actually, that's not totally accurate. I am probably going to have to go through several more needle jabs before gidget gets here....and IV's too. Ouchies. Sorry Marissa.....just a few of the joys the modern pregnant woman gets to undergo. *lol*

Well, the 1 Hour GTT went pretty much as expected. I got to the dr's office, they drew my blood, gave me 8ozs of ice cold grossness, and not even 2 minutes later, up it came. Urrrrrrrrrrp. Was not pretty, but was expected. At least this time I made it to the restroom....whereas 13 years ago when I went through this while pregnant with Zack, I made it the wall, just outside the restroom.

Once I got the dry heaves under control, I was escorted to the waiting room, plied with several magazines - all showing women who weigh 25 lbs soaking wet with nice perky boobs and flat tummies with no stretch marks, which did nothing for my state of mind - and was told to go back to the lab in one hour to have my blood drawn again.

I sat there and gagged for about 20 minutes and read the magazines, avoiding the glossy photos of all those trashy bimbos (ok, some were quite pretty, but answer me this, why have these kinds of magazines in an OB's office where women are already having enough "body image" issues?) one in which was Cosmo and I couldn't help but laugh my butt off at the article "101 New Ways To Blow Your Man's.........MIND, in Bed!" Hmmmm, it wasn't too long ago that they had an article called something similar, with at least 100 ways to blow his mind....how many more ways can there be? And who, I ask you, has time for, at this point, 201 ways to blow his mind? But then again, Cosmo's demographics probably aren't aimed at the 30-something set who's about to give birth and the only thing she wants to worry about blowing is her hair dry in the morning.

Funny that...sex and the pregnant woman. Anyhowwwwww, tis a topic for another post...or not!

So, I was saying, in an earlier post this morning before I left, that I was finally regaining my appetite.....But it's cruel and ironic world out there. After the hour elapsed and I had my blood drawn again, the lab tech patted me on the back on the way out and told me to go and get something good to eat. Yeah....she with no appetite whatsoever now! Gee thanks!

Ahhhh well, I survived it and am keeping my fingers crossed that the results come back in within normal ranges and that I don't have to go back for the evil 3-hour GTT. I don't think I'd survive that one.

Now, about this bald baby thing. That's exactly how I like my babies to pop out...bald as billiard balls. I've never had anything but bald babies and I think they are perfectly adorable. Those perfect little round heads that smell so good and look so cute. And I think babies born with all sorts of hair look a little strange. Especially loads of dark hair. Yech! They are born looking like they need a haircut.

So I asked Gareth tonight, which do you prefer, bald or haired babies? He replied that he'd never throught about it and the sweet soul he is, he just said he wants a happy, healthy baby. And I told him that was all well and good, but I still preferred a bald baby. And even this one, being a girl, that's not going to be a problem. You just tape that bow right to her head. I wish I could find the Christmas picture of the twins when they were 10 months old. Bald as anything and I’d happily taped a bow to Meg’s head!

But let’s take a look at these adorably cute bald babies…and yes, they are my babies! So I might be a tad prejudiced.

This is my late son Josh and the twins…the twins were 6 months old in this pic and just as darling as can be. Josh himself didn’t start to get hair until he was almost 18 months old. And when it did come in, it came in dark blonde and so curly.

Here are the twins again, this time at about 10 months old, getting ready to rip into some Christmas presents. This picture is so typical of Meg, *lol* Just the look on her face cracks me up.

And this is Zack, who is, up until January, my youngest. He was 4 months old in this photo. Another bald baby, who, when he finally started getting hair around 18 months, it came in light blonde and very curly. Matt and Meg started getting loads of hair around 18 months as well. And while Megs was straight and thick, Matts was dark brown and very curly. My boys get their curls from their Mama. Thank you very much.

Bald babies are just the cat's meow!

In the midst of discussing this with Gareth and telling him why I think bald babies are so utterly adorable, I remembered that I had to call and arrange to take my car in for scheduled service. So I'm sitting here looking at a few pictures of my bald babies while on hold at the Volvo dealership and when the service schedule, Joshua, answered and asks how he can help me, I say:

"Hi there, this is Mrs. H. and I have a bald baby that I need to bring in for scheduled service. Oh and I'm going to need a service loaner too, can you help me schedule this?"

And without missing a beat he replies,

"No problem Mrs. H, we can get that scheduled for you, but unfortunately all we have are babies with hair for service loaners this month, will that be alright?"

I tried to explain what I said by telling him I was pregnant and my mind was elsewhere, and Joshua said,

"That's ok Mrs. H, we know who ya are and we'll take good care of you, whether it's your car, or your bald baby!"

Not so sure that's a good thing or not, them knowing who I am. Although I do usually try and make the guys in there laugh while I'm there, because when I get my bill, the last thing I feel like is laughing. But anyhow, they're good guys and thankfully don't think I'm totally daft.

All in all, it wasn't a totally miserable day, and tomorrow we are expecting gale force winds, and those who know me know I get excited and go a little crazy when it gets windy. I can't wait. In the meantime I think I'm going to go through all these old photos of the kids when they were little, as I'm feeling a tad broody right now, and then I'm going to head to the store and see if I can't find that Cosmo magazine and re-read that article and see just how many of those 101 New Ways to Blow My Man's Mind are actually feasible. What can I say, I'm easily entertained.

And Gareth, who knows, I just might have learned something new.....you may have something to look forward to when you get back home!