



The boy has autism. The girl has whine-ism. The cats have monster-ism.
Over the weekend, Joe and I watched the video of Theo's big sex-determining sonogram. We told Theo it was him on screen, but he resumed playing with cars, uninterested. The doctor told us that Theo had an erection. Theo certainly made his manhood very obvious that day! We were so proud--sniff sniff.
This Friday is the next big sonogram for this baby. I'm going crazy with anticipation. Wondering about the sex, and of course wondering if there will be 10 fingers and toes and hoping all is well. I can't think about anything else. I haven't slept well in a few days and don't imagine I will before Friday.
Katie and Theo spooned on Marcail's bed but drifted apart after falling asleep. Theo started out under the covers, but as usual, kicked them off. He's been doing that since he was a newborn kicking out of his swaddle.
Adam drove me and Theo home around midnight, and groggy Theo sweetly clung to me in the elevator. Anyway, it's very rare that I bring Theo when I'm with friends, so I'm grateful to have this group of friends who have loved him since he was a baby. Although they were probably more into watching his Thomas the Tank DVD than they should have been.