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.
***after trying for a frustrating 20 minutes the pictures keep failing to load, so I will try again later.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
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. . . .
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.
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.
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.