We met the baby-to-be’s pediatrician this morning. Nice lady. Easy to get to. A friend recommended. Sold!
About 5 minutes before we walked out the door to meet the doc, I was feverishly writing down questions. It’s not that I really had very many questions, I just sort of felt obligated to be prepared. (I actually stole mine from one of my preggo books.) So I asked Nate if he had any questions. Without hesitation he says, “I’m going to ask her if she has any patients with [insert our baby names here].” Pause. “And circumcision.”
By the by, the Christmas tree is back up, complete with booze-related ornaments. I can’t wait for the day that our kid can hang the martini glass ornament his/herself. Ah, the holiday memories we’ll create! What exemplary parents we will be.
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