A Picture's Worth a Few Words

So we're back from 20 week appointment, and other than me having "Livin' on a Prayer" stuck in my head all day, since we are indeed halfway there, all is well.  Zia is starting to look less like a baby bird and more like an alien, which I think is normal.  

We did learn today that our doctors' office had a very strange problem.  Apparently every morning when the nurses would come to work to open up the office, there would be a few people laying on the floor with major injuries, having waited through the night for the doctors and nurses to arrive so they could be treated.  But the doctor, being the ingenious fellow that he is, found a way to solve this problem:

 Since the sign went up, the hallway carnage has ceased.

Also, we really didn't want to learn the sex of the baby, but the Doc had a screw up, and we not only learned the sex of the baby, but we found out that he thinks the nurse is foxy.

Rachel thinks that is a really an arm, but I think the little guy's proportions take after his old man. ***

***(Ok, Rachel is making me add a post script to clarify that that we don't in fact know the sex of the baby and that is indeed an arm.)