And it’s a….

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…Mystery!

We’re at the hospital RIGHT NOW waiting for the ultrasound. I will be sure to update this post with Nublet’s gender pretty soon after we know. Isn’t it exciting?

Update:

The Full Nublet Set

Our beautiful baby BOY is doing well, and right on his target weight and size for his expected due date. Click the picture above for a few more pictures.

I feel kind of bad for some of the things I said to the Ultrasound Tech this morning. I’ll try to explain it in a way that doesn’t make me sound like a monster.

8:00 - We arrive at the hospital for the ultrasound. Appointment is for 8:30, but they ask you to come early for paperwork and some flexibility in timing.

8:10 - The woman working the check-in desk tells us that the scheduling service booked us at a different location. I asked if they could squeeze us in or at least do something since we were already there. They could, but there were no guarantees on time, and we didn’t want to risk waiting an extra hour; so we headed for the other facility. (It’s worth noting that Megan was aware both facilities shared the scheduling service and specifically asked for it to be scheduled at the hospital because her OB appointment, at 9:30, was right next door. Grumble!)

8:30 - Arrive at the correct (but incorrect!) location, check in, and wait to be called back.

8:40
- Megan is taken back, but I’m told I have to wait in the waiting room while she takes some measurements; but that she’ll come get me ASAP. I later found out that she did say it would be about 20 minutes before she would come get me. I guess I didn’t hear this because of the initial shock of being told to wait outside. I was flabbergasted, and to be honest I’m surprised I formed a coherent sentence and made my way back to a chair without melting into a puddle of goo.

8:45 - Thinking to myself, “Gosh, this is taking a while.” Also, I’ve read the only interesting article in InStyle magazine. Twice.

8:49 -
My world is crumbling

8:50 - Starting to suffocate on my thoughts. Is something wrong? Why is it taking so long? Would they come get me if there was?

Getting anxious…

8:54 - Protection instincts kicking in. Sizing up the clerk. Counting other patients in the waiting area. Body count could get pretty bad.

I blame my mother…

So by the time she came to the door at around 9:04, I exploded out of my chair and politely made my way back into the room. Hopefully at this point you understand, at least a little bit, what’s going on in my head.

I asked her what exactly she was doing, and why I couldn’t be in there. She said that having the father in the room was generally too chaotic and made it difficult to get all of the measurements before she would be ready to show us the baby. In hindsight, this is definitely understandable, but very, VERY poorly explained up front. I told her that I was a little upset and anxious from having to wait outside, not knowing how long it would be or what was going on, or if everything was ok. I may have raised my voice.

Just a little.

I didn’t think I was all that rude. And for the record, I never took my hands off of the side of the bed (which I know can seem hostile) — all I did was try to explain my feelings. I just wanted to let her know that I was upset because I had to wait outside. And anxious because I didn’t get (apparently, through no fault of hers) a time frame, nor did I know exactly what was going on or if my baby was ok. She took it extremely personally, even to the point of almost crying. From my point of view, I still don’t know what her problem was, or why she took it so personally.

But I didn’t want it to affect Megan, so at this point I volunteered, more than once because she was either hard of hearing or hell bent on exacerbating the situation, to shut up if she could keep it together and just get through it. And by some miracle, she did. Very quickly, everyone was in good spirits again. I apologized several times before we left.

I didn’t mean to hurt her feelings, but I think there is room for great improvement in their process. (Take a moment to explain WHY you’re separating us, and make sure I CLEARLY understand the time frame.) Being a first time parent can be scary enough without strangers separating you from your wife and child for an unknown duration and no communication.

I’m not a monster, right?

Keeping Myself Honest

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Now that I’m not spending 8 hours a week commuting into the city, I’m going back to the gym. For reals!

I even ordered this t-shirt to wear while I’m at the gym.

Thought you should know I totally blasted my pecs today

I hope it holds up to washing well, because it’s going to get a lot of use!

… now I just need my workout buddy back. Cough.

Sideblog: Orange Box!

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I played Portal for the first time this weekend. Holy Crap!

If This Is Wrong, I Don’t Want To Be Right

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Since you watch my wish list like a hawk (and honestly, who could blame you?) you probably noticed the things I’ve added to it over the last few days. Along with rearranging my (basement) office, I’ve decided that my next pet project will be to move gaming from the family room to the basement, where I can play later and louder into the evening without bothering Megan, and never have to worry about sharing the TV — and to do it in style.

It’s a pretty significant undertaking, and it’s not going to go very quickly at all. But I’m motivated!

ProjectorFirst and foremost, I’m going to pick up a projector. I’ve rearranged my office so that a far wall can be used as my display, and eventually, I’ll have some sort of switch where I can flip between my computer, the 360, and the Wii. I am on a budget, of course, so as nice as it would be to buy a $3,000 widescreen HD projector, it’s not likely. I’m probably going to spend a tenth of that, but if I shop smartly, I should be able to get something decent enough. And with a 70-inch display in front of me, I won’t notice that much difference if it’s not HD.

Then there’s the issue of sound. I have a fairly decent set of computer speakers with a sub woofer, and they put out a decent amount of sound, but I’m just not sure how well they’ll perform with something like Rock Band, where the inclination to turn it up to 11 is ever-present. They also don’t have a remote, so lurching over to hit buttons on the speakers to turn volume up and down, while really not *that* bad could get annoying quickly. This will be something that I’m going to have to wait and see how much I really need before I buy, for sure. But it’s on my radar. (What’s a good man-room without surround sound?)

I did say “in style,” right?

Since 50% of this project is about my work space, and about 48% of it is to improve gaming immersion, (and most of that is Rock Band and Guitar Hero) I want to put in some accessories.

It’s pretty difficult to find a seat that’s the right height for drumming. The closest I’ve found yet is actually our family room coffee table, and that’s a little hard on the bum. So the next big thing is a real drum throne.

throne

They’re a little more expensive than I was hoping — I’ve been looking at the kind that rotate to adjust height, as I’m not inclined to trust the “locking” type long term. These things very quickly get up over $100. For a stool! But it’s important, and more so because I find myself on drums more often than guitar these days. So I will probably grin and bare it.

And to put it politely, the drumsticks that come with the game … are crap. And drumsticks are relatively inexpensive. So why not get some nicer ones? I’ve been looking at these nylon tipped anti-vibration sticks, and for under $20, they sound like just what I need. And another cheap but useful addition would be some support struts for the outer drum pads.

What about guitars? I have some spare guitar stands from when I used to collect and play real guitars, so these may be a welcome addition. But better than that? Wall mounts! How cool would that be? And I’m sure I can get some small storage hooks for cheap at a hardware store. I may also add some weight to my guitars to make them feel a little more sturdy and rock-worthy. In fact, there’s lots of easy and relatively inexpensive guitar mods.

And lastly, for a true touch of style, I’ve got my eye on some sound activated lights. But no self respecting geek would run hot, dangerous 100-200w bulb strips. No, we use LED’s! I’m still shopping around, but so far, this is the best deal I’ve found, and I’ve seen some video of them in action, and they look awesome!

Mom always said: Anything worth doing is worth doing right!

You Know What Really Grinds My Gears?

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I’ll tell you what!

Talking to phone robots. Nobody likes talking to those things, and they’re ridiculously imprecise. Just let me push the numbers! And what about a scenario where maybe I don’t want everyone within earshot to know my social security number?

But that’s not even why I started this entry. No, the real problem is customer service phone routing systems that send you to a specific group of representatives based on your calling telephone number.

Today I called Verizon because I heard from a friend that they’re giving away free FiOS internet speed upgrades. Not only do they have an annoying phone robot that requires you to answer 5 questions deep before sending you to a person (mashing 0 gets you nowhere with this one…), but then that person can only deal with a certain set of accounts.

Now I’m all for security and protecting privacy and all of that jazz. But when I spend half an hour on the phone with a CSR only to find out that she can’t make any changes to my account because she can’t do anything to PA accounts… I’m not a happy customer!

How many YEARS have we had the option to take our phone numbers with us when we change providers or move? And we haven’t run into this problem before? I’m calling BS.

You’re already driving me freaking batty with the phone robot, the least you can do is make it USEFUL and ask me which state I’m in.

That.

That’s what grinds my freaking gears.

Now, I’m still on hold, 45 minutes later, trying to get through to someone who can change a PA account. The first woman, who couldn’t help me, hung up on me when she tried to transfer me.

Nothing is really free, is it?