So somewhere in the neighbourhood of two posts ago I lamented how my Veronica Mars enthusiasm is a likely sign of its demise. Latest reports from other outlets have it much more likely that it will return, though fast-forwarded into the future with a possibility of a drastically reduced/changed cast. Le sigh. I would still definitely watch it (hey, over the past year it's usurped Scrubs as my favorite show) but the idea of this Silence of the Veronica Mars revamp scares me a little.
Moving on. . .
Ultrasound numero uno was today. Rael was present and unhappy. Once the whole thing was completed, the technician let it be known that she isn't sure of ANY of her readings because Rael's crying had her too distracted. WTF? If his crying was effecting her ability to do her job properly she should have asked me to remove him--going forward and providing what is ultimately an inconclusive set of results was just entirely unprofessional and has my ire up. What a bleeping waste of time. We might know the actual conception date now; we might have a healthy fetus, we might know the gender now--in other words, nothing has changed.
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