Today, after another top-notch ultrasound, we graduated from our infertility clinic to the midwives, from weekly trips to downtown Chicago to infrequent trips across the neighborhood. At 8 weeks, our soon-to-be-fetus’ heart rate was 170 bpm and measured at 16mm. Or, as the nurse told the trainee who was also in the ultrasound room, “It’s perfect.”
And, so as to get used to not to play favorites, here is a picture of Nola and her new haircut. I did it myself, and save for slightly uneven bangs due to her failure to sit still whilst I clipped, I am pretty pleased. And, I saved a bundle. Seriously - $20 for an infant haircut? Not cool, Chicago. Not cool.