The Specialist - All Clear in Baby Town

We Really Just Came Here to Hear the Doppler Thingy, So Get Doppling!

Pookie and I made our long awaited visit to the triplets specialist yesterday, and the woman was a breath of fresh air.  Dr. Malingham was the first health care professional that didn't paint some ominous picture of slack jawed yokel children, stunted by malnutrition and lack of natural light (the neighbour kids basically....HI-YO!!!), but instead is genuinely excited for us.  I was wondering what the problem was with the doctors we have seen so far, it was like going in to check on your advancing dementia, all slow talking and telling you the exact same thing they told you the appointment before.  Everyone non-medical person has seemed pretty excited from the begininning, this is some pretty cool stuff if you ask me.  Apparently we just dealt with pessimistic wieners before now.

That said, everything is looking top-notch with the triumvirate.  The little heartbeats sound just like horses trotting on pavement, all clippy cloppy if you catch my drift.  When the doppler thing got closer to Pookie's heart, is was kind of a .........dum-dum OH SHIT.... dum-dum OH SHIT....type sound.  Just as pretty if you ask me.

Next big check-up is the 18 week ultrasound, which is the one where they really get to the measurements and see what we are dealing with.  If McCrimmon genetics come through, they should be able to wear Dusty's clothes by now.

Down to Pincher again this weekend, Pookie's Grandpa wants to Indian leg wrestle me and I am going to send the old guy rolling into the next room.

Updates on the leg wrestle soon.  Unless I lose.