cutting it up

We are just cutting it up tonight.

C: Sweet, look at that vein! It looks like a stick figure!
A: Gross! (pulls shirt back down over belly)
C: Can I trace it with a pen?
A: No!!
C: C'mon, it'll be cool, like hieroglyphics!
A: No! It's my belly.
C: Whatever, it's my belly too.
A: (mockingly) It's not uter-you, it's uter-us.

So that got me to wondering if there is pregnant body art. Yes there is, and Google has all the answers (and photos).

A little more creepy is the belly casting. No thanks.

And I never knew what a placenta looked like. Thank you Google image search (shudder).

Controversies

So as any current or expecting mother knows, having a baby is full of controversy. Apparently you argue with relatives, friends and even perfect strangers about what is best for baby. Such as:

Have the baby sleep on back or stomach? (Back is now the commonly accepted form, that alone has apparently dramatically cut down the rate of SIDS).

Breastfeeding vs. formula?

Cloth diaper vs. disposable?

But wait! There is now another alternative to the diaper situation. I have seen the book at the library on this, but am not in any way tempted.
Diaper free babies!

Also, Baby Einstein is taking a hit. What, they want me to actually interact with my child?

I'll give everyone the fun details of the baby shower soon, I'm trying to get a few more pictures. Because the one of Dandy sniffing a diaper will be priceless!

week 34

Week 34:


Her belly is starting to get hard sometimes. Mostly when she is moving around....like tonight when we were out for our walk we had to stop and take a break.

Thank you thank you thank you!

Thank you to Sarah and Nikki for throwing my wife a wonderful baby shower!

And thanks to everyone for all of the wonderful baby things. I'll figure out how to use them eventually.

herd of preggers

From time to time pregnant women may be found in packs.


Now I know everyone knows the pregnant one on the right, but the other girl that Amanda is belly to belly with is Lacey! For those of you who don't know Lacey she is the one who introduced us a long, long time ago back at UT. Well, not really introduced. It's complicated, but in a nutshell this girl named Becky asked me out on a date, I was dating someone else at the time, but we became friends and through Becky I met Lacey. A few months later Lacey turned 21 and had a party, Amanda and her roommate Becky (a different one) were there. Amanda and her Becky left and I asked Lacey "Who where those two?", because they were both blonde and hot. I asked if either one was available and she said that one was engaged but she couldn't remember who (Lacey has a knack for remembering important details). Then Lacey had another 21st birthday party (because her bday was in the middle of the week and being that we were engineering nerds we couldn't tie one on) and Amanda walked in --I'll never forget that --hoowee those legs! So then I twisted Lacey's arm and made her introduce us.

So that's the how I met your mother story for Peanut and the rest of you!

So then we got hitched and we made Lacey the reader, then Lacey got hitched to Steve.



Aww, what a nice couple!

Since Lacey can't make it to the shower this weekend, we had to meet up with her so her and Amanda could rub bellies. We had a fun time chatting and catching up. I think it was the first time I've been around Lacey and she didn't drop her beer--I think it was only because she isn't allowed to have any.

week 33, I think

Here we are, week 33.



Every time I look at the baby ticker at the top of the page I only shudder in horror a little bit worse each time.




Goodness, what have we gotten ourselves into!

Another week, another pointless doctor visit

I'm at the point where I go to the doctor every other week just so they can tell me I'm fine. I got the added joy of another finger prick today so they could test my iron level. And of course it bleed profusely. But I passed that test. Other than that it was uneventful, besides how I was in and out in record time today (45 minutes). I'm sure that time is directly correlated to the fact that I brought my own book to read instead of reading the magazines available, in which the time for the visit would be closer to 1 hour and 30 minutes or 2 hours. The magazines in the lobby are good, but in the rooms they are outdated by several years. Years!

Also, my doctor is definitely going to be out for maternity leave. I knew she was pregnant, but I didn't think she was that far along. Chris and I have been meeting the different doctors at the office for the past few visits, but what can a 5 minute meeting tell you? Actually I do know that I did NOT like the doctor I had last time. He totally pish-poshed birth plans and made me feel silly for even mentioning it. The doctor today was so much better and even spent a few minutes assuring me that even though my doctor would be out, he and the rest of the doctors were available. He was really nice about it and of course I very nearly cried.

Stupid hormones.

week 32

That thing is huge!! Oh yea, we are in week 32....


I finally finished sanding the crib today. Tomorrow I'll put 1 coat of stain on it and then the 2nd coat tuesday night. I need to get new brackets for it. The ones that came with it don't match and after I've gone through all this work to get rid of the cursed yellow paint I'm not going to put mismatched brackets on there.

Peanut is back to doing jumping jacks at random. Amanda seems to be fairing okay. The moodiness levels are slightly elevated from last week. I've heard that during the 9th month they get super cranky....I think this is just ramping up to that.

week 31

You know, if you scroll up and down the page really quick, it's like a mini flip book. Except instead of a stick figure it's a bulging belly.

Here we are, bulging along at week 31.


Progress on refinishing the furniture for Peanut's room is slow. I finally made some headway on the crib. The crib is pretty nice, it's about 60 years old, and Amanda's Grandma used it for all of her kids, her kids used it for their kids and a bunch of second cousins used it the decades in between. Somewhere along there somebody got the bright idea to paint it yellow (I think it was Amanda's Aunt) and I've been cursing that idea all day long. It's not that bad, but it isn't a walk in the park either.

Hopefully, I won't shame anybody, or myself, by what I do to it.

Then there is the dresser....that's going to be the one piece of furniture that I really don't want to screw up. So I'm practicing on everything else first.

Other than that, Amanda's eating Tums like it's dessert. She had a dr.s visit last week and it went good. Oh, and pregnant women are easy to whoop in in scrabble. Either that or it was a fluke and I got lucky.