Evan had his…wait for it…wait for it…15 month check-up on Tuesday! The doctor visit went very well…minus the screaming. As we enter the pediatrician’s office Evan immediately starts crying and having body convulsions. It always makes for a fun visit.
Here are his stats:
Weight: 32 lbs
Height: 34 1/2 inches
Head: 20 1/4 inches
As usual, Evan is off the chart in all three categories. The nurses are always so sweet and feel the need to reassure me that even though his growth line is off the chart, it still has a healthy curve. I appreciate this, as I have said numerous times before, I worry Evan may have a form of gigantism.
In other and totally unrelated news, Lovebug is back working nights. I knew his prior day shift wouldn’t last too long. His work day ends when he comes in at 5 am, and that is when mine begins. He always says that he doesn’t purposely mean to wake me up but I find it hard to believe from all the opening and closing of doors, throwing things down onto the floor, walking upstairs, having his radio on, having his cell phone ring, taking a shower and being just generally loud.
So as the freight train I refer to as my husband entered our home the other morning, I woke up. I asked him how his night was, and he begins telling me another outrageous story. He met a 64-year-old woman who was upset because her husband of 27 years has recently told her he feels like a woman trapped inside a man’s body. The husband has been recently wearing his wife’s bras and panties, and recently purchased a lovely pair of women’s sandals. Furthermore, the husband has been consuming female hormones he purchased via the internet.
Wow! And sometimes I think I have it bad.
I’m so glad my husband could help.
I really need to stop hearing these stories at 5 am.