sarameg - look! a spleen! [link]

I think the fetal specialist guy we saw yesterday has this rockin' machine [link] Blows away our regular OB's u/s. He even had viewing glasses for Kat to wear so she could see the display. The image gallery is handy to help us make heads-or-tails out of what we saw. Also - freak-ee.

Also, thanks everyone for the good wishes!

People standing as witnesses in court get that option too, right?

Technically, yes.

lori! Best wishes to you!

Dear Specialist,

When the rocket scientist is impressed with your machines, you have good machines.

sarameg - look! a spleen! [link]

That's.... alarming.

Technically, yes.

Because the court will behave prejudicially to those who make a big deal out of not swearing on a bible?

sarameg - look! a spleen! [link]

Kinda looks like a ginger root.

Hi lori!!

ita, I had this weird-ass dream last night where you were dating a guy, and for some reason your father announced that you had to decide right then whether or not this guy was going to stay in your life (the implication being, I think, that it would be a long-term thing).

And you, understandably, thought that was, you know, INSANE, and told your dad you weren't going to make any such decision. So your dad said "Well, then we'll have to decide for you." The "we" was your father, me, and 3 other people who -- in the dream -- were also your friends.

We had to, essentially, decide whether you should make a serious long-term commitment to Dude. We could only vote yes or no; we couldn't vote "Just let them keep dating and see what happens."

I voted Yes, for the record, because you really liked Dude.

The 4 friends' votes were tied, and your dad (with some relish) said that he'd be the tie-breaker. He voted No.

You did not krav him for that, though I thought you should have.

I never EVER have normal dreams.

But Cindy - he's only the specialist, not our regular OB. We have to see if we can finagle all of our future u/s to be performed by this guy. Go health insurance!

The specialists are kick ass. When we went in to determine Em's sex, it took him about 10 seconds to find out.

There's also the point that Congresscritters never take their oaths of office on any books. The book is for the photo-op afterward. It's a friggin' prop. If I'm ever elected to office, I want to be photographed with my right hand on The Joy of Cooking.

When I did my jury duty, there was no mention of God or the bible anywhere. Witnesses swore that they'd tell the truth, end of story. It was simply not an issue.