We went in for a fluid check (apparently the dipstick is just a myth) and a little face-time with the baby today. Nothing new or exciting, but we did get to see the baby's face during the fluid check. Unfortunately, I am a lousy lip-reader and the ultrasound was not closed captioned, so I couldn't make out what she said before she turned away from the camera. My guess it was something along the lines of, "Bugger off."
We've gotten a lot of suggestions as to how to bring her out, including Chinese food, scaring R into labor (with an axe, no less) and my personal favorite, smoking her out. In the interest of full disclosure, I came up with the smoking-her-out plan, but before you call DCS or whatever, keep in mind my plan doesn't call for a little fire-- it calls for *liquid* smoke and a baster. Ease up, people. In the interim we're going to start blasting power ballads and other bad music at the general hoo-hoo area.
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Oh, I thought you were talking about using one of those little things beekeepers use. Who gets to wear the netted hat? Fun!
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