Grab your coffee

In response to my eternal suckage on the blog, this post will be one giant update on all that is going on. Random thoughts included. I suggest you pour yourself a cup of coffee.

BABY NEWS

We had our big ultrasound last week. First, let me say that it is incredible to see the babe go from snail like status to human like status. My baby looks like a baby! Heart, lungs, brain - all measuring perfectly. And at a whopping 9 ounces - the baby is right on track.



Allow me to share with you how the big reveal went down.

U/S Tech: If you'll look right here....that's the sex!

Me: So....what is it?

Tech: What does it look like?

Me: A wiener.

Tech: (not amused) Yes. It's a boy

A BOY! I will say probably a thousand times before his arrival - I knew it, I knew it, I knew it.
We are absolutely thrilled! Snails, trucks, mud - A boy.
We're having a son. I have a son. Wow. It's incredible.

I've also started to feel some more definite movement. Now, I thought I felt some in the past week or so. But I had to sit still, close my eyes, and really concentrate.
And even then, I wasn't sure that I wasn't making it all up.

But in the past couple of days - there is no mistaking it. I can feel my son moving around inside my belly. It's is the most bizarre and amazing experience thus far. Although I'm sure it will be topped, shortly.

We also have decided on his name.

Elliot Kilren

Kilren was PawPaw's middle name. It seems very fitting to use it. Elliot would be his first great grandson. Not only is it a sweet tribute the the incredible man that Elliot will never meet. It's an opportunity for us to teach Elliot so much about this man we call PawPaw.

FAT AND KU

I have talked about taking belly pictures of my ever changing, but less than ideal pregnant self. I have talked about sharing openly about some of the thoughts and logistic of being a fat girl in pregnancy.
But until now, I have not done so.

Partly, because I'm a pathological procrastinator. And partly because even I - the usually confident, pretty fat girl - has moments of insecurity.

But alas, here goes. My first public belly pic.

18 weeks, 5 days



And here are the conclusions that I have drawn thus far, in this regard. If you are fat and pregnant, trust me the fat will be your first "belly".

It gets pushed up and out by what is actually baby. My stance: Rock the belly fat. I am.

I love y'all. 'Til next time.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.

This morning when I woke up, my right boob started to leak. As I started helplessly at Matt Lauer's beautiful face, I panicked. A leaking boob is all part of the deal, but already?

Reminder to self: You are quickly approaching the halfway mark. Lest we forget.

Ultrasound is almost a week away. Holy crap.

We also ordered baby furniture. Well, my MIL did. Which is awesome. We inherited the crib from SIL and my MIL ordered this gorgeous dresser/changer/hutch for us.

After Christmas Mom is taking me shopping for the glider.

Ahhh, Christmas. Christmas is halfway.

And Christmas is such a magical time of year for me. It's new and fresh and cold. (We actually might have snow tomorrow!)
People smile a little more. Are more willing to let you merge into the 25 mile long stretch of traffic. The bells ring outside Target and the light come on around the neighborhood.

I've associated Christmas with the growth of my pregnancy for so long. Knowing that it's the halfway point. Knowing that our baby will have a sex and a name. Knowing that Project: Operation Nursery will commence.

And it is upon us. Leaky boob in tow.

Yes, friends...It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.