YAY for Tuftie hair!

Awwww...Halloweenie has a tuft of hair! So sweet!

How I know I'm up to late: Toto is curled up in his bed. Must be sleepy time.

I might've said something about a lemur at that point. But JZ is definitely crushing on The Halloweenie right now. As for example, "Awww, she's kicking right now. And she's got a tuft of hair!"

Take that, Suri Cruise (if indeed that IS your real name)!

One of them fancy ultra-detailed photo-quality ultrasounds? (Which, frankly, I am glad I didn't have, on account of they give me the creeps.)

And a few years ago, Macy's bought out Jordan Marsh (and changed the name to Macy's).

No more Filene's Basement?

There should be. Filene's (or the May company or whatever it was) sold it years ago, and to my knowledge, Macy's doesn't own it.

One of them fancy ultra-detailed photo-quality ultrasounds? (Which, frankly, I am glad I didn't have, on account of they give me the creeps.)

I expect so. I found the first one with 3-D imaging to be kind of weird too.

I came back to the living room and had this conversation with JZ:

Me: Did you just burp?
JZ: No. I was just moving my mouth the way she was moving her mouth in the sonogram.

::gives demontration. Presses lips together. Purses them. Pops them open into a fish-kiss::

I found the first one with 3-D imaging to be kind of weird too.

It's the sepia face-against-glass quality that disturbs me.

I mean, sure, your standard issue ultrasound image is straight out of Poltergeist, but that's somehow less creepy to me.

It's the sepia face-against-glass quality that disturbs me.

Ours was disturbing because parts of the image of her head were missing. The sono-tech had to say, "I assure you that your child's head does not look like an ashtray!" The whole forehead section was like a cutaway into the brain. It was just a gap in the system picking up the sonogram data. (Her head is perfectly intact and normal.) Also, the imaging makes her look animatronic and plastic coated.

Hee!

Okay, that would be disturbing, yes.

The closest to disturbing any of Lillian's scans were was the Ultra Close Up It's a Girl! moment during the final full scan before my induction. That scan was cool, though, because she'd been holding her pee, and that allowed the tech to get a very detailed view of the cord insertion site, where everything was distinct and clear. She geeked out about it, too.

School work done. Bed now. 6 soon.

Yay for poofy haired Halloweenie. I'm glad both mother and baby are doing well.

Bleh. Why is mention of psycho ex v 1.0 such a fucking trigger? I know we still have mutual friends. Most of whom are people I don't see often. Most of whom I intentionally didn't flist because of it. Sadly, one that I do have flisted saw him recently and mentioned it in her LJ tonight. And now I'm a heart-racing, hands-shaking mess.

I just want to pretend he's not on the same planet as I am. Is that so wrong? And I'm irrationally terrified of him coming into my virtual personal space.