My nosePosted: June 14, 2012
At the very first ultrasound, when all that’s visible is a faint, tiny ball of cells, I said to my doctor, “Aw, it has my nose!” Because I find myself hilarious, I repeated this statement at every ultrasound thereafter.
When my doctor got back into town Monday after Henry was born (she unfortunately couldn’t make it to his surprise birthday) she visited us in the hospital and immediately after looking at Henry, said, “Aw, he’s got your nose!”
And he may actually have my nose. It makes me wish I’d said instead, “Aw, he has his father’s natural intelligence and my work ethic!”
But my nose isn’t half bad. You’re welcome, son.