All the time we wondered and wondered, who is this person-Crescent Dragonwagon
coming/growing/turning/floating/swimming deep, deep inside.
I had hoped to be able to share some good news about my grandbaby in waiting. By good news, I mean I had hoped to know boy...or girl. It seems this child isn't much of a flasher, but prefers to be discreet and keep it's gender a secret. Today was sonogram #3 for Heather, and the only thing we know for sure is that the baby has all it's arms, legs, toes, fingers, a cute little head and appears to be preparing for the 2024 Olympics, practicing kicks, flips and turns.
I am forced to admit that I was disappointed at first. I look forward to buying pink clothes, or blue if the case be, and calling the baby he or she, not "it". But as I talked with Heather (with a six hour time zone difference between us) I realized that it really didn't matter. Our entire family is thrilled to be welcoming this baby. Loved ones from Hawaii to half way around the world in Italy can't wait to meet this child, whatever it may be. The one thing we are sure of at this point is that it seems to be healthy, and on track to make an appearance the end of March. Everyone tells me that being a grandma is the best thing in the world. I can't wait.
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