Yesterday was Karin's second ultrasound. It was scheduled for 9:45 AM. I cleared my schedule and squeezed in viewing a rental property prior to the appointment. Due to a technical issue that has to do with the MLS system, we thought that our access was not going to pan out. In the end, we got the MLS to cooperate but we did not get out of our house until almost 9:00 AM. We rushed over to the rental, only to find that I had left a crucial code at home and access would be impossible. Karin let me know that she was not very happy about it. I also let myself know that I was not very happy about it. Everyone was ganging up on me.
We headed back to our cars (separate cars as I was seeing clients after the appointment - not just because we live in California). Things were, unfortunately, tense. As I passed Karin's car, I noticed her front left tire was low. I looked more carefully. Her front left tire was low and had a massive nail in it!
So... It was 9:15 AM. Karin's car was obviously not going to be going to the appointment. And I had to see clients at 11:00 AM. Maybe this was punishment for not clearing Rosh Hashana for more spiritual purposes? (Mind you, what could be more spiritual than gawking at images of the magnum opus that has taken up residence inside Karin?)
We drove to a nearby gas station to get some air into the tire and to try to get a car person to tell us what we were facing. I filled the tire and found a car person. He told me what we were facing: a nail in the tire. Just as I had suspected!
We quickly decided that one of us should go to the ultrasound appointment and the other should deal with Karin's car. Since Karin is pregnant, we chose her to go to the ultrasound appointment. Since I am manly, we chose me to deal with the manly nail in Karin's manly tire.
Karin headed to her appointment, where she was treated to a much more pleasant version of ultrasound - via the tummy! According to the proud mum, she witnessed her passenger kicking, flailing, and ultimately sticking his or her thumb into his or her mouth.
We have since researched thumb-sucking and find that it is perfectly normal and healthy and that we have the option of waiting until after the birth to let him or her know that eventually it will have to stop.
Meanwhile, back in Karin's car, I was making my way to a tire center. The mechanic at the first one I visited told me it would be 2 hours until they would even look at the car. The mechanic at the second one I visited told me that I should go to the third one because the third one would patch it up for free. I have nothing against free so I headed to Discount Tire.
Somehow free turned into almost $500 and now Karin has 4 brand-spanking-new Pirelli tires and we are probably not going to Hawaii. Seems like a pretty good trade.
I will get to a scanner and will post pics of our little thumb-sucker shortly.
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