Friday, October 16, 2009

"It's a girl. Buy some pink shit . . ."

 Hehe, one of the lines from the infamous fight at the doctor's office in the timeless classic Knocked Up. I am finding that movie more and more hilarious being, well, knocked up myself.

We went to the doctor today and we are having a girl. A healthy girl with a strong heartbeat, two eyes, a nose, 10 fingers and toes, and equal length femurs. Who weighs exactly 8 oz. Right now we are busy at work taking out the carpet (me) and moving furniture (Curtis and Neighbor Dan), so I don't have time to give the whole story. But, I will put up a bunch of pictures.

I word of warning. Cleatus the fetus is definitely still fetus-looking. Or kinda more like skelator baby. How fitting. I am glad our festive baby little baby is already in the celebrating mood for Halloween.

***after trying for a frustrating 20 minutes the pictures keep failing to load, so I will try again later.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

The bump has appeared

Well, well, well. This week I got my first stranger recognition that I was pregnant. It was in the form of a questions, particularly, "Girl, what kind of bun do you have in your oven?" Considering the sources, it was a very sweet question, and the woman that asked was so nice and asked me to keep her updated. But then, I had an awkward hug from a superior in the bathroom. Ugh. . . .

And, while cleaning my house for the GODDESS PARTY (which was super awesome, BTW), I finally found the camera cord, so I should be adding quite a few pictures to this post. I'll try to put them in order, but I seem to be having memory problems even more so than before I got knocked up.

In baby news, we fing out on friday if we are having a boy or a girl. We are also getting some great help from Curtis's highly-skilled carpenter aunt to lay hardwood in our bedrooms, so the nursery is coming more and more together everyday. In fact, Curtis is now spending another hungover football Sunday to clean out his crap from the if-its-a-boy nursery, while I spent some time yesterday organizing the if-its-a-girl nursery.

In other news, I am feeling much better, and throwing up a lot less. And, my belly is starting to show. Its so weird. I can feel Cleatus the fetus moving around too. Its hard to explain, but I imagine it as a little gerbil-sized human floating and swimming around. So far, Cleatus has been nice and isn't kicking me or punching me too hard.

Okay, so time for pictures.To the left is at a birthday party that we threw for our good friend Dusty Dawn's 30th, called tour de Franzia, in honor of our group's love of boxed wine. Here, I have no clue, but I am about 4 to 6 weeks pregnant. This is me and Curtis after he got into an egg fight with the birthday girl.

And, below is a picture of me and my good friend Ali the day after Curtis and I found out (which was his sister Amber's birthday). We are out celebrating our friend Jamie's birthday. Ali doesn't know yet, but a few people at the dinner did notice that I wasn't drinking.We hadn't told anyone yet. But, we did decide to tell both sets of parents the next day. We were able to get the Fess set to come and meet us for lunch, but we had to tell my parent's over the phone. Both sets were so excited. But we swore them to secrecy until after we went to the doctor.

The next set of pictures are at my birthday weekend at the beach with Curtis. We drew a welcome sign to the baby, but didn't think to start taking belly pictures yet.

And, as a final picture, I will leave you with my first official belly shot, taken in my p.j.s of course, about a month ago at 14 weeks. (I feel really silly taking belly shots of myself, but ven  sillier asking someone else to do it, so . . . )