At long last

So, first a quick update: Thank you for all the feedback last week. I am meeting my new (and hopefully last) midwife tomorrow. I went in for my level 2 scan, part 2, and all checked out fine. Speetus was in a completely different (but equally impossible) position and was stubbornly refusing to move, so it took longer than it should have, but in the end everything checked out fine. I have a stronger and stronger feeling that Speetus is a girl, as does my mother. (This is what she hopes, as she believes it would 'serve me right' to have a girl as wayward and headstrong as I was.)

But who's to say... we'll know for sure soon enough.

In other parental news, my father called me the other night-- an unheard of event-- to tell me that he traced the family history back to a Spanish princess, "so it would be appropriate for Speedy to curtsy to you." LOL! My father! Calling me! And mentioning Speedy! In a not-totally-because-he-couldn't-avoid-it manner! You could have knocked me over. Then he said he was hoping for a boy. Which is fine, because he used the word "hoping"-- or maybe it was "wouldn't mind a" but in any case, again, a not totally negative interaction with my father! Of his creation. I am slightly bowled over and trying not to get too hopeful about having a radically changed relationship with him. He could have been drunk or just lonely since my mother was off on a hiking trip for a few days. (She's 63 and doing multiple-night camping/hiking trips in the White Mountains. How cool is that?)

Finally, I promised pictures of Spain...*

* Also, I long ago promised a dog- and cat-food recipe. The guilt is eating me alive. I promise I will post! I will!!

P.S.  Next up:  Belly pics.  Maybe even tomorrow!