I’m going to swear in this post. If you’re offended by that, I’m sorry. I can’t remember if I’ve sworn here, but if you know me in real life or even just on the internet, you probably already know that I have an affinity for a certain F word, so this should come as no surprise.
We’ve gone through a few nicknames for this baby. It started off as Ketchup, just because for some reason, I can’t get enough ketchup while pregnant. It then changed to LB² which has to do with Le Bebe and our last name. The most recent, however, is my favorite.
Before my cerclage last Thursday, we had a quick ultrasound before the procedure to check the baby’s heart rate. The resident who was assisting “drove” the ultrasound, and after he/she appeared, the resident pointed at the screen and said, “there’s the little fvcker.” Dave and I looked at each other and then cracked up laughing when we both realized that she had actually said “flicker.” She didn’t seem to know what we were laughing about until my peri said, “I don’t think they heard ‘flicker’ when you said that.” The resident thought about it for a second and then turned bright red.
It totally changed the mood of the day (I was an absolute mess being on the L&D floor for the first time since Jillian was born), so it was exactly what we needed. The resident kept saying that she’ll never live it down, and I can assure her that we will remember her for the rest of our lives.
So when I tell anyone this story, I think they assume that we’re now calling the baby “Flicker.” I kind of wish that were true, but sadly, it’s not. I’m going to (try very hard to) stop calling the baby this before he/she can hear anything. I just hope that if the baby does hear me accidentally call it “little fvcker,” he/she realizes it comes from a place of love.