My husband is the master of misplacing things. I have my moments, but he’s an expert, and rather than embracing it he usually flies into a rage when Important Thing X goes missing. Now, some years ago, he did some freelance work that we had to have the check recut for because it went missing. In fact, it was so missing that I thought he had never received it.

He found it the other day:

Me: Where did you find it?

D: It was in that file that seems to eat paper and regurgitate it randomly into the future.

This is the kind of statement that sends me sprawling on the floor laughing, and D has the same kind of knack for it that my best friend Jenn does.

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I woke up this morning feeling run over by a truck. Apparently, I’m no longer attacked by the napmonster but am instead attacked by the “what alarm?” monster that prevents me from acknowledging that my alarm clock even exists, so for the third time this week, I overslept.

And in my zealousness to get to the office (ahhh, air conditioning: today is a good day for it), I got a little pedal-happy and found myself zipping along at 80 mph. Oops, I thought, and immediately brought it back down to my usual 68. At that point, I was alone on the highway. But I’ve long felt that speeding on 66 is an invitation to a hefty fine, and so I really try to slow it down.

A few miles later, I was being passed by two cars when we crested a hill and the most nondescript unmarked car I’d ever seen was sitting at the next turnaround. The officer behind the wheel looked up as the three of us went by. I glanced down; I was doing 71, so the people passing me were going significantly faster. They realized they’d been spotted and immediately cut over, one in front of me and one behind me, both slowing down.

But the trooper had pulled out and was bearing down on our little group. As he pulled adjacent to the car behind me, he slowed for a moment and I thought he was going to cut in behind _me,_ for god knows what reason.  But then he sped up again, lights on, and pulled over the car in front of me….

And the car behind me.

He must have signaled to that car to pull over when he also sicced the one in front of me, so I got into the left lane and watched all three cars go on to the shoulder.

For all the mornings I’ve cursed the people who push me down the highway because I drive the speed limit on my 50 mile commute even when I’m running way behind, this morning I felt really vindicated, but I was also painfully aware that when I’d caught myself doing 80 that my next thought was “Well, I’ll be that much later if I get a ticket.”

It’s like I summoned the speed trap into existence, or something.

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Why is it that all of the cute knitting patterns seem to be for girls? I need to get designing because…

IT’S A BOY!

That’s right, in spite of the wonderful poll results that leaned heavily girlward, the stalwart fans of a male Mosher heir (as best as he can be, as third child after two half-siblings) have prevailed.

I joked to D. that given my love of the Neapolitan color scheme that we’d just have to adjust to the colors of chocolate, vanilla, and cotton candy.

Because cotton candy is blue, in my head.

Fingers and toes in the right place, spinal bones and facial structure accounted for, and a whopping 12 ounces at just 19 weeks (the books and websites all say 7-8 ounces at this point), it would seem that he aims to be a very healthy boy. We have a beautiful ultrasound footprint, too:

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Tomorrow, I’m going for my level 2 ultrasound, the one that happens at mid-pregnancy and where often one can determine the sex of the baby. If Dean can’t come with me, I’m going to have the sonographer write the sex (if she can see it) on a card that Dean and I will open together.

Because I’ve found that some of my friends have downright passionate feelings about whether it’s a boy or a girl, I joked that I would create a poll just to see if there’s a majority–all the old wives’ tests have pretty much gone 50/50 or been ambivalent.

So here’s your chance to “vote.” What do you think, are we having a boy or a girl?

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Posted in Family, Just for Fun, Life, Pregnancy by: Helen
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