We wake up to a few inches of snow on the ground. The OB-GYN is closed so our appointment with the ultrasound has been postponed. That means it'll be another week before the Butterbean gets a gender recognition and a real name. Oh well. The worst part will be in about two hours when all the relatives call trying to find out how things went.
Becky said that according to her information, Butterbean should be six inches long and dreaming. What can the Butterbean dream about? Perhaps he dreams about the tuba noises.
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