Which Weighs More?

A twelve pound baby? Or a twelve pound rock?

That's right, folks, the Bear is now up over twelve pounds. This takes her completely out of the newborn category. Meaning, I don't know anyone who weighed over twelve pounds when they were born.

Quickly: wishing the Bantams of Trinity College luck this afternoon in their second round game in the NCAA New York Regional. If you read this between 4:15 pm and 7:30 pm on Thursday, click here for live radio coverage. If you read this later, click here for NCAA Regional coverage. Some of you may not know I played ball for the Bants a million years ago...ok nine years ago. The Class of 1998, my class, was actually the first Trinity team to make the NCAA tourney; we went two and a BBQ. They've done better since then.

Back to Molly.

She had a great trip to the cardiologist earlier this week. As I mentioned before, she now weighs twelve pounds. The doctor also told Erin she didn't need to see Molly again for ten months. We both said the same thing: "When she is ten months?" But no, she actually meant in ten months. When we go back next March the cardiologist is going to consult the surgeons about another procedure to remove he PA band and go ahead and close the VSD. This was also the first time we learned the actual size of the opening - it has always simply been referred to as "a large opening." According to the doctor the hole is 12 mm, just over 1 cm. That's roughly the width of the tip of my pinkie finger. We didn't ask how that related to the size of her heart, but it seems "large" is an accurate descriptor.

Good news all around. Also sort of eye-opening. You all know my superstitious tendencies and I am certainly not going to take anything for granted. I've been skeptical to even make plans for Molly's birthday in August. But hey, it can't be all bad when there is something on Molly's calendar for March 2008.