In the past few weeks, my life has been preoccupied with making sure that my wife and little fetus are doing well. This has meant taking her to the clinic for visits and tests. At twenty weeks, we are happy to discover the following results:
* Little baby is a girl. We have decided to name her Madeleine.
* She is 12 ounces. This is normal weight for her.
* Results of the genetic testing from the amniocentesis came back normal. Woo hoo! Unfortunately, this means no mutant powers. Too bad. She could have been the next Jean Grey.
* From the latest sonogram, she has a normal four chambered heart. Spine looks normal. Nothing of the Alien type with a spiked tail.
* The technician who did the sonogram told us she has a long neck. I am already predicting that she might have a modeling career. I will charge only a 6% commission for services as a tyranical parent agent.
* At this point in little Maddy's development, her auditory system is not fully developed. This means that all of the conversations I've had with her in the middle of the night while her mother slept has been in vain. I will have to re-teach her the alphabet and all the Beatles' lyrics at 7 months when she can begin to actually hear.
* I think she likes lasagna. Or my wife could actually be lying and attributing it to little Maddy. I am not quite sure at the moment. In any case, there is only one piece of lasagna left in the fridge and chances are highly unlikely that it will be available for me tonight.
* I am already plotting a benign conspiracy against my wife that involves little Maddy. If all goes well, she will learn Spanish from her abuelita, Chinese from my parents, and a little French from me. Because my wife does not understand Chinese and French, I can engage in duplicitious behavior with Maddy's help right under my wife's nose. Bwahahaha! My wife, when told of this plan, was not entirely happy.
So life has been busy, a little scary, and, well, more busy. But it has not been without some true happiness...