Visit with the Doctor.. part duex!

We had our second meeting with the doctor today.  It went great.  We now know the schedule of visits to the doctor.  Once a month for the first 7 months, then once every other week, and finally once a week when we are ready for our bundle of joy.

Ericka is doing great, and looking great.  She has gained 8 pounds that I am really sick and tired of hearing about.  I understand she wants to maintain her figure, but baby has got to eat ya know.  Her blood work went great.  Hope that keeps all the families up to date on what is going on.

We heard the heartbeat.  WOW!  I have no idea what the baby is doing down there but that is some quick heart rate.  It is dancing salsa or preparing to run a marathon.  It was sooo fast.

This meeting was much quicker and easier than the last.  I feel like we are starting to know what to expect and the schedule.  That helps out a lot.

We then met with the insurance lady.  This is where they take you to a separate room and tell you how much it costs to have a baby in the United States.  I would like to move to the Ukraine.  Kids are expensive.  Doctors are expensive.  Doctors delivering kids is just as expensive as a tornado headed right for a trailer in Alabama.  You know the mix is right for losses yet you still stand there, with the camera, shocked.

It is expensive.  We have insurance.. YAY!  it is actually very affordable (BTW, isn't it illegal, you know selling babies?  What if I do not pay the doctor what will they do take the kid back?).  Open letter to democrats.  If you think it will be as cheap to have a kid, or quality healthcare, once we have national healthcare you are STUPID!  The care will be worse, and private insurance will be 10X more expensive.

So we are all set both physically and financially with the doctor.  Now we just wait and see what else happens.

Vamos a la PLAYA!!!!

We are off on vacation to the Beach.  Wilmington NC.  We've never been to Wilmington, but it is bound to be fun.  Normally a vacation would have nothing to do with a blog about a child, but this one has EVERYTHING to do about the child. 

My wife buys a special sunscreen for me.  It is little kid 50 SPF.  That is because my skin is the shade of Casper the friendly ghost.  I'm like a white highlighter.  I am clear.  Get the point here... I"M WHITE.

I go out to the beach for a few days and no real issues with sunburn.  Then Monday afternoon occurred.  I put on my liquid t-shirt and go out into the sun.  I am goofing off trying to boogie board, which I am unsuccessful at.  I wind up rolling under most of the waves and not impressing people with my deft boogie skills.

I go back inside and shower to head for lunch.  I am hot but not burned.  SO I THINK.  We make it back from lunch and my back is warm.  It is about the room temperature of the inside of a volcano.  Small countries are calling me a new source of heat for the poor.  I'M BURNING.

It looks painful and I assure you it is.  My wife kind of rolls her eyes and makes a very astute comment. I hope the child does not have your skin.

CORRECT!

Small unborn baby Jimmerson.  This is an open message to you.  DO NOT LISTEN TO MY SKIN GENES.  They are BAAAAAAAAD.  They are full of pasty pail fun, and they will make you burn later in life.  You might want to get a little South American while your in the womb.  Don't take everything from your mom, but take the skin.  She has perma-tan.  I have perma-burn.  Peruvian genes are better than Swedish genes in this case.  There I said it.

OK so the story ends that my back eventually returns to normal, and is no longer the temperature of the sun.  I am peeling like an onion.  It itches like crazy, but I'm OK now.  LISTEN TO ME CHILD... ACT NOW BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE!

Vacation went great and we got away from work which was the ultimate goal.  I am selling the thermal heat off my back at $0.10 a therm so with rising fuel costs some of you might want to sign a contract with me.  I have better rates that Duke Energy.

What not to wear?

It is that time.  Time to fid new clothes for my lovely wife.  This sounds fun, and exciting.  This should be a breeze.

OK babe no problem lets go and get some clothes.  It will make her feel better (I think, you'd think I'd know not to think anymore).  OF TO THE MALL!  My most favorite place on the face of the planet.

We look around and decide to go into Pea in the Pod.  This place should be renamed Gun to your Head.  It is the perfect mix of everything a pregnant woman could want.  It has designer clothes in her new size.  It has overly helpful and overly complementary helpers.  They proceed to give my wife her own dressing room offer her water and make her feel like a million bucks (The million will come in a second).

She tried on a ton of stuff and it all looked great on her.  She is sooo cute even with the fake pillow belly they gave her.  She made a couple of choices and we were ready to check out.  Then it happened.

WHOA!  These guys charge INSANO pricing for something that can only be worn for around six or so months.  It is like someone walking into your house making you tea, cooking cookies, and cleaning the kitchen then they place a gun to your head and say give us your money.  My first reaction was, we were friends three seconds ago.  Now the cookies you made might be laced with cyanide.

My wife looks at me and says, "Well I do need good stuff for work."  Translation if we do not get this stuff I will be mad at you, and I have enough hormones to smite you.  I grin and bear it.  She looks great in it and she needs it. 

They say having a child is expensive.  Keeping the future mother happy isn't cheap either.