Greetings, everyone!
'Tis I... The Bonk!
Mom & I went to see Dr. J (our fabulous OB) this morning. Mom has only gained two pounds, which made her really happy. And a happy Mom is good for me- those endorphins are like fetal crack, I tell ya.
At any rate, we got a good report. Dr. J tried to pick up my heartbeat with the little doppler thingie, but I was having none of it. HA! Take THAT medical establishment!
But Dr. J outsmarted me by sending Mom over for a quick ultrasound. I am 10 weeks and 3 days old, but crown-to-rump (which would be a REALLY great title for a rap album) I am measuring 11 weeks and 1 day. (No, I am not using any banned or controlled substances. Yes, I'll testify to Congress. But no, I won't reveal any other fetuses whom I know to be using.) My heartrate was perfect at 159 beats per minute.
We have a CVS on Tuesday. Sadly, this does not mean we'll be getting a drugstore where my Mom can obtain an endless supply of Starburst jelly beans. The CVS in this scenario is a chorionic villi sampling. It's a genetic test that will reveal (among other things) my biological sex. I hear there's a pretty fierce betting war on. Apparently my family members (Mom included) need hobbies.
Gotta go- supposed to grow ears today.
Much love,
Bonk
P.S.- Go ahead... look at me! I'm dead sexy and you know it!
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