16 weeks???  Woohoo!  Only 5 months to go!

As those of you who have spawned, as good 'ole SJ says, "crotch fruit", you know that every time you go to the doctors, you get to pee in a jar.

As an aside, does anyone realize how difficult it is for a woman to pee JUST in the stinking jar??  Especially after having kids?  Usually I pee on my hand, on the jar, around the jar, and am lucky to catch some in the jar... bah.

Ahem.

So, yesterday was my 16 week checkup.  We didn't get to hear the heartbeat at the last checkup, so Ja really wanted to go to this one.  That was totally fine with me!  Especially seeing as having two kids with you while at the doctors can be... well... a bit stressful at times.

I was waiting for the lovely nurse to swipe my health card and Eph came tearing up to me, announcing that he had to go pee.  Off we go to the bathroom, and me, always thinking of multi-tasking figures that I'll just do my deed at the same time.  Makes sense, right?  Already IN the bathroom... might just as well!

Ephraim was quite fascinated by the fact that I was actually peeing IN A JAR.  "In a JAR, Momma?"  I explained to him that the nurse needed to make sure the new baby was healthy and that she needed my pee to do that.

He was pretty satisfied by that.  Usually explaining something to him helps him out a lot.  Especially if he seems to understand.

We go out to the waiting room, and I go back to the nurse's desk to get my card swiped.  Eph runs out to Ja... and, in his VERY LOUD toddler voice announces to the entire waiting room that "there was PEE!  In a JAR!  And it was Momma's Pee!"

Have I ever mentioned the volume of this boy's voice???  He is LOUD.  He has no control over what he's thinking coming directly out his mouth.

After much laughter, by everyone in the waiting room, he announced again about the pee... then was distracted... "Something smells like donuts!  What smells like donuts, Daddy?"

sigh.

In other news... the peanut and I are both healthy, we heard the heartbeat and we have an ultrasound scheduled in a few weeks.

Also?  It's a good thing that giving birth and breastfeeding takes away all vestige of modesty.  It prepares you for the loud mouthed nature of an intrepid two year old!