And get her a kitty named Panthor

The "child-on-the-way of as yet undetermined gender" mentioned in my profile is looking to be a girl. Had my first and probably only ultrasound on Wednesday. The technician doing the scan was nice and all, but I could only understand about a third of what she was saying, so terrible was her mumbling. At first I tried to understand her, and I heard myself frequently repeating the word "What?", but I eventually gave up. I figured if there was anything urgent, she'd speak up, or I'd at least hear about it at the midwives office today, which I didn't, so everything is looking good...I guess. I guess, because the ultrasound pictures she printed out for me were kinda creepy. More so than I remember ultrasound pictures generally being. R. and I were looking at them later that day, and my first reaction to one of the baby's head was, "We're going to have to name her Skeletor."

Clever Title Here

Here it is: the first entry. Here anyway. I've blogged before, randomly and sporadically, without any real goal or purpose. So a new, more anonymous beginning here. That's been my main difficulty in the past I think, the lack of anonymity. I am honestly painfully shy by nature, and no amount of "pushing myself" over the years has done much to reverse the problem. So revealing anything embarrassing or painful on a Myspace.com blog (which I do actually have) is next to impossible for me. So hopefully I can do something different here. Something involving actual (god-forbid!!) emotions. Maybe. We'll see.

A little about myself: you can read the profile, no sense in repeating myself.