Christmas With the In-Laws IV

Dh talking smack while Baby E inspects a computer game he received.

Baby E was a major daddy's girl over the Christmas holiday. She spent almost every minute on his lap.
Baby E's favorite toy was a driver's console from her uncle and aunt. It honks, revs, and plays music. It drives me nuts.
Baby E will only eat bananas if they are still in their peels. She is such a big girl.

Christmas With the In-Laws III

Baby E faces off the singing, talking pony from Grandpa and Grandma.

And decides it's fun!

After a few presents, Baby E starts to get the idea of unwrapping.

Me stuffing my face. 23 weeks, and note the belly button already making an appearance!
A asks, "Why is my fiance wearing a luchador mask on his head??"

Christmas With the In-Laws II

Mama and Baby E both think the spinning lights are cool.

Baby E is a little too adept at unwrapping Hershey Candy Cane Kisses.
And then she has the nerve to try to steal my Ferrero Rochers!
Why is Baby E looking so unhappy?
Oh, that's why.

Christmas With the In-Laws I

Sitting with Grandpa, playing with a snow globe.

Grandma had lots of musical toys. They drove all the adults crazy, but Baby E loooooved them. Before long, she had figured out how to turn them on whenever she wanted. This frog sang a little song called "Jumpin Jiminy Christmaaaas!!!" and shook jingle bells.

Peering into her stocking.
She needed some help getting her goodies out.
Baby E wonders why Uncle T is always sticking a camera in her face.

Am I Being Taken Advantage Of?

Dh asked me to list some of his old textbooks for sale on Amazon. Since he is busy, you know, working his tail off at 3 am overtime shifts, I said sure.

Then he said we'd split the proceeds 50-50.

"WHAT?? No way. I'll be doing all the work! 75-25," I said.

"60-40. They're my textbooks," he shot back, "Take it or leave it."

"Leave it!" I shouted.

A few minutes later, he cajolingly offered 60-40 again. I countered with 65-35, to which he laughed admiringly. You do have to admire my Taurus stubbornness. It doesn't come out all that often, but when it does, oh baby.

Finally I did agree to 60-40 as long as he went and bought the envelopes to mail all the books off when (if) they sell.

Today I skimmed completely and thoroughly read Amazon's selling policy, then listed the books for sale. It didn't even take two hours. (Don't tell Dh.) If they all sell, we'll make a tidy sum. Heck, even if half of them sell, we'll make a tidy sum.

So. Should I have held out for 65-35?

Church Today

This story provides a little snapshot of the 15-year-olds I teach Sunday School to. In the sacrament meeting, it's common to have one or two teenagers speak to the congregation prior to one or two adult speakers. One of my kids stood up today to give a talk. "I'll be honest," he said, "I was asked to speak a few days ago, but I forgot and didn't remember until I saw my name on the meeting program this morning." The congregation started exchanging looks. He continued, "But I looked up some scriptures during the opening hymn, so I'm just going to wing it." Everyone laughed at the strange balls of this boy. A missionary leaned over to me and whispered, "He's one of your students, you must be so proud." I laughed and answered, "I'm horrified."

Book Reviews

A Little Bit Married by Debra Borden

Not particularly believable, but enjoyable and amusing enough. At times quite funny. Very quick read. Everything ends as you wish.

My main beef is it's hard to swallow that a woman whose lifelong dream was to be a housewife could so easily transition to having a job and being a single mother, but I guess having a live-in housekeeper would help things. I guess what really boggles my mind is how before the main character gets a job, she is a housewife and yet still has a live-in housekeeper.



The World Without Us by Alan Weisman

The first half of the book is very interesting. Explores how a house, a city, the subway system would all gradually "return to the earth" if humans suddenly disappeared. The author then broadens his focus to look at what could happen to nuclear reactors, oil refineries, and the Panama Canal, among others. It's all quite intriguing and full of useful tidbits.

The chapter on plastics has really inspired me to be more conscientious about recycling plastic! Weisman looks at the disturbing and growing level of plastic in the world's oceans. Also how no one really has any idea how plastics degrade, how long it takes, what effects its presence can and will have on the ecosystems of the earth, and yet plastic is so ubiquitous.

You pick up the author's feeling that humans should stop spreading out, but it still doesn't prepare you for his proposed solution to humans harming the earth: each woman on earth only has one baby. He proceeds to paint in rosy colors a future world in which our descendants can look out their windows and see the good they are doing to the earth by limiting themselves to one kid per woman, and then ends the book. That's it. Absolutely no discussion of the catastrophic impact of a world population halving itself every generation. No discussion of the complete collapse of every economy on the planet. How very likely our descendants would not be able to look out windows peacefully, because civilization would have collapsed under a disastrous reproductive policy. But no matter to the author. He clearly feels that is a small price to pay for having a lovely unsullied earth. Personally I would like to find a way to have a lovely earth without resorting to what even the author admits is a draconian measure. Bad end to an interesting book.

Feeling Big

Not fat, just biiiiig. This belly. It's out of control. And only going to get bigger. I made Dh take a belly shot on Sunday, but me being what I am (lazy) I never uploaded it to the computer and now Dh has taken the camera to work with him! Rude. So, I'll post that picture soon of my 21-week belly.

But on the other hand, I have been enjoying my baby's parties. And man, does this baby party. He is almost always moving. He must move a lot in his sleep.

I'm feeling very good except for pelvic pain. I think my lower back is out or something, well I really don't know to be honest, but walking for extended periods of time (more than 30 minutes) hurts, sitting on anything less than a cushy chair/sofa hurts, rolling over in bed huuuuuurts. It's really kind of weird. Rainbow suggested I get a donut. I don't really know what to do about it, other than just not walk and only sit on thick padded chairs. Anybody else have this during a pregnancy?

* * *

I haven't been up to much this week, other than getting excited for Christmas! I took Baby E to storytime for the 2nd week in a row. Last week, she sat on my lap the whole time, though she smiled and clapped. This week she wanted nothing to do with my lap and bounced and clapped her way through storytime. Before I know it, she'll be running around with the best of them.

This afternoon I went down to hang out with Rainbow. Her baby is 4 months old now and seriously sooooo adorable. That little one made me excited to meet my own baby! It helps that she is so sweet, mellow, and cheerful. A perfect 4th and last child.

Buying the Tree (Last Week)

Oops. These pictures are from last Friday, when we went to buy a Christmas tree! Woo-hoo! I love, love, love Christmas. As a little Christmas bonus, you can even kind of see my belly which has "popped," as they say.

Aborted Christmas Card Shoot

Unfortunately we remember this evening to take the Christmas card photo fifteen minutes before Baby E's bedtime.

Dh preps the camera. Baby E already exhibits uncooperative attitude.

Baby E cries because we will not allow her to continue playing the piano.

Dh announces, "This photo shoot is over! Baby E needs to go to bed! I don't care about the stupid Christmas card anyway!" Tucks Baby E into bed.

I decide to go to Target tomorrow and buy some cheap non-photo cards.

Here and There

I went to this thing last night. My friend had a booth - she does portraits. She invited me, so I did the friend thing and showed up. With K, of course. My friend's booth was very nice - excellent portraits (which are SO out of my price range) and a table full of adorable girls' clips and bows she makes (if only Baby E had enough hair!). But. The rest of this event? Bleh. As we left, I told K I felt like I had just been to ten candle parties. There was a candle lady, a P@mpered Chef lady, an @rbonne lady, some mortgage people who we completely avoided, and a few other booths. The P@mpered Chef lady and the @rbonne lady both tried to get us to do a party. Dude, we were so not into that. I hate hosting those parties. I'll go to one, but do not ask me to host. I hosted a M@ryKay party once, JDub was the only one who showed up. Even though I had five people rsvp.

Skip this paragraph if you hate sex. My mojo has not left during this pregnancy! Opposite of last time. Last time, meh. I probably would not have cared it we didn't do it for the entire nine months. Dh was not happy. But this time, I feel just like normal. Which is so marvelous! Maybe all the estrogen of having a girl zapped my desire? Who knows.

Did you notice that there was a link at K's name? She started a blog! I helped her set it up on Wednesday while Dh was at his last class of the semester (thank heaven). I typed her profile just to be a brat, but she has already changed most of it. I think she should have left it. I managed to bring sex and that annoying pina colada song into it. It was a work of art.

Anyway, I am reading Madame Bovary right now. I am almost 200 pages in. Can anyone tell me - is something going to start happening soon? Because so far it's just lots of unspoken longing and one case of child neglect. And it's losing me.

It's a Boy!

I tried to think of some clever way to announce it. Obviously came up empty.

So it's a boy! I'm kind of scared, you know, it's the Other (let's get all anthropological here), but mostly EXCITED! To have a baby! And not have to keep calling him "it"!!!! Now comes the choosing of a name (which might be hard), and the shopping, and the curling up in bed talking to my little boy! When I told Dh I was nervous about having a boy, he reminded me that while a boy is not a girl (stick with me), we often hear about the special relationship a mother has with her son. I'm hoping for that, especially since despite still calling Dh "mama," Baby E is shaping up into quite the Daddy's girl.

It was so obvious during the ultrasound. I could tell right away - when the tech was still just taking pictures of the legs. Thinking, "Um, that looks a lot like a baby unit...not gonna say anything because I hate being wrong..." but sure enough thirty minutes later when the tech was ready for the gender reveal, there was that baby unit! The baby was soooo active. It was really funky to feel the baby kicking around and see it on a screen at the same time. He was measuring spot on for my due date of April 18. Almost half done!!!!!!!! So excited to meet you, little one!!

Finding Out Soon!!

In a couple of hours, we are going to find out if this baby is a girl or a boy! Yay!!!

(And by extension, whether I will just buy a few things, or start scouring the sales racks like a madwoman.)

Expect a post later today.

P.S. Glad everyone had a good Thanksgiving. Mine was tons of fun, despite the illness. K was a good sport and took over the mashed potatoes. She even shared leftover turkey with us. I made turkey tetrazzini and Chunky Turkey Vegetable Soup. Dh surprised me by loving the turkey soup, which is so virtuously healthy it's not even funny.

Wah

I have a cold. Bleh! What miserable timing! I spent as much time as I could today sitting on the sofa doing Sudoku puzzles. Which wasn't enough, I tell you. That child I have? Is demanding. If she doesn't get a rather high level of attention in each hour, she starts fussing and pulling on my leg, crying, "Mama, Mama," which is certainly touching but not very conducive to me laying around feeling sorry for myself. In an effort to make myself feel better, I took a picture of my new purse, as per Isabel's request.

Hmm. Hard to get a sense of scale. It is not the smallest of this style. It easily holds my wallet, a small notepad, two lip glosses, a mascara, fruit snacks, two sets of keys, and my cell phone. Does that clarify? Ha ha

And here is Baby E, interrupted from cheerfully shoving taco meat into her mouth. Too bad you can't read her shirt - it says "My daddy can fix anything." I love it. (Yet another thing my mother bought. Trying to buy Dh's love???)

Thanksgiving Plans

My husband works every Thanksgiving. He works M-Th, every week, whether there are holidays in there or not. Granted, he gets paid extra if there are holidays in there. But it means our Thanksgivings are usually intimate little affairs. Two years ago, while 3 months pregnant with Baby E, I made Thanksgiving by myself! I spent all day cooking. It all turned out deliciously (though the turkey was kind of dry), and I was exhausted. Welcome to pregnancy, silly girl. Last year our friends the Bs had just had a baby two weeks before, so her mom was staying with them and they had a lovely Thanksgiving dinner and invited Dh and me to join them. Mmm, can Mrs. B's mom cook. (Of course, it helps when you get the meat already cooked from Honeybaked Ham ha ha) Dh gets a lunch break, and his employer understands it is Thanksgiving so he can take that lunch break whenever he wants on Thursday. Then he has to go back to the grind.

K and I were discussing Thanksgiving last week. She admitted she didn't really want to go to her family's dinner, nor her husband's family's dinner. She said with the oodles of family they have around, they seem to end up eating three different Thanksgiving dinners. By the end of the day, turkey and the trimmings are gross. (I find it hard to believe, but she would know better than I.) I didn't think too much about it, I was planning on making our little Thanksgiving meal myself (and again while in a pregnant state). But K emailed her husband, asking if it was alright with him if they skipped their family meals and instead had Thanksgiving at their own house and invited us. Her husband was thrilled, not being too chummy with any of his brothers-in-law, so the plan was set in motion. Thanksgiving is going to be at K's house. Her husband suggested inviting a new family from our church, so I think it's going to be K, her husband (I need a nickname for him...), their 4 kids, the three of us, and the new family of four.

Yesterday we hammered out our plans. We are going to have a delicious spread. With no yams because none of us like them. We are even going to brine the turkey the night before. Today I made the cranberry-apricot sauce* (it smelled sooo good), tomorrow I am making some pumpkin pie, and K and I will spend Thanksgiving morning at her house making rolls and whatnot. I'll bring Baby E home for her nap, make the mashed potatoes here, and then back to K's house for final preparations and dinner at 4. I think it's going to be great, and certainly more fun for me than making it all by myself while Baby E gets into my kitchen cupboards.


*The cranberry-apricot sauce is from Real Simple and is ridiculously easy. I tried to link the page, but Real Simple's site is freaking out.

Like, Neato

Conveniently, My Mom Likes to Buy Things

New art courtesy of my mother. Now if I could just get to Italy to see the countryside in person, that would be fabulous.

Baby E lounges in style in a little chair also courtesy of my mother.

Whoops

So I've been a real blogging slacker lately. Just call me the anti-NaBloPoMo.

My mom was here last week, for eight days. The first three went just fine. That's really all I can handle of anyone who is not my spouse or my daughter. (So visit, just don't stay past the weekend. xoxo) The rest of the week was a wonderful chance for me to further develop my patience and self-control. I did summon my courage to tell her she can't stay for two weeks when the baby is born. I blamed it all on me and Dh - We're like old people, we like our routines, don't like to have any guests for very long, it's very hard for us - and she was unhappy but accepting. Mind you, all that stuff is true. We are like old people. Set in our ways. But I couldn't exactly say, Sorry Mom but I just want to scream when you ramble endlessly about your strange health ideas and quite frankly we'll be pushing it to have you over for a week. Yeah, that wasn't being said. I envy girls who get along beautifully with their moms, but I have also come to terms with the fact that my mom and I will just never be that close due to our vastly different personalities.

Let's start with bad things first, so we can end on the good notes.

• Mom's constant talking and general inability to have a point to long, rambling stories.
• The almost fight we got into about her belief that homeopathy renders immunizations unnecessary. The phone rang at a critical point. Never was I so happy to answer that phone.
• Her unsolicited parenting advice (easy to ignore, so not that bad).
• Her unsolicited health advice. It is hard to take from a woman who eats sausage for breakfast and never exercises.
  
• Her unsolicited cooking advice. VERY annoying. My mother...she can't cook. While she was here, at her request, I taught her to make a few very simple yet delicious recipes (GFF's Italian Pot Roast, oven roasted potatoes and Fake It Don't Make It Black Bean Soup.) Oven roasted potatoes, y'all. She didn't know how to make them. She burned Pillsbury cinnamon buns and blamed the oven! (There's nothing wrong with my oven, by the way.) So when she gave me advice on how to make a quesadilla, for heaven's sake, it was very hard for me to be polite.
  

Good things about her visit:

• She bought some lovely art for a long, blank wall in my living room.
• She bought smoked Gouda (the true way to Dh's heart).
• We had an absolute blast at the coast. (Oh did I mention Dh bought me a Coach bag whilst at the coast? Oh yes he did. My very first and I luuurve it. Because I am awesomely shallow like that.)
• We had fun perusing World Market with Rainbow. The tikka masala sauce you can get there is very, very good, just so you know.
  
• Between the two of us, we knit an obscenely bright green scarf for my little sister L, who has no sense of appropriate colors for her skin tone (she is 15, so it doesn't really matter).
• She bought some deliciously scented wall-plug thing so now my kitchen & dining room are filled with the yummy aroma of pumpkin spice.

Noticing a trend? Lots of shopping. I come by the shopping thing honestly. That woman has some serious shopping endurance. Anyway, it was with mixed emotions that I hugged her goodbye on Saturday, but mostly relief. During our family prayer that evening, Dh offered thanks that we had our house to ourselves again. What could I do but add a heartfelt AMEN at the end.

My pregnant belly seems to be growing at an exponential rate. This is really annoying as I am only four months along and am only going to get bigger. On the Awesome Plus side, I feel really good. Morning sickness is again a distant memory (hallelujah!!!!!) I just have to make sure to eat regularly and not stand for too long (grocery shopping is quite tiring now). The baby's kicks are getting stronger all the time. November 28 I find out if Baby is a boy or a girl!!!!! So excited for that! This pregnancy is going so quickly, I feel like I'm getting whiplash as it flies along.

This week I've been reading (I'll post some reviews later...maybe), cooking, hanging out with K, and having fun with Baby E. I made these cookies. If you haven't tried them, you must. They are soooo delicious. They are adult cookies. Don't give them to kids, they won't appreciate them. The subtle interplay of flavors is divine. Seriously. Go make them. They're easy and you already have the ingredients.

I'm also still going to the twice-weekly exercise group at my church. We seem to have our little core group established now and it's really fun to work out together. Baby E loves it too, because there are lots of little kids to watch (not really into the interaction thing yet) and there always seems to be a cart or toy stroller for her to push around. There are about 8 of us who come pretty regularly. Though one just had her baby, so I doubt we'll see her for a while. I think the exercise group is actually helping because I've only gained 5 pounds so far. Which is definitely an improvement over my last pregnancy, when I had gained 5 pounds by 10 weeks!

Halloween Pictures

Baby E not posing nicely for a picture. She was a spider. Or spiderweb. Or something.

Examining her loot. Dh took her to just a few houses, so her loot consisted of five pieces of candy. She was thrilled.

Baby E obviously relished a dark Hershey kiss!

A Poor Attempt...

...but I think it's the best we're going to get. This picture is now three weeks old, oh well. Hopefully before too long we'll find out if this baby is a boy or a girl! At least you can see him/her all stretched out! The past four days, I have occasionally been able to feel the baby move! This makes me soooo happy. K and I were discussing this today. We composed a list:

Things That Are Good About Being Pregnant
1) You feel the baby move.
2) You get a baby at the end.
3) You can use it to get out of anything.

There was a fourth, but I can't remember it right now. We agreed those are the only nice things about pregnancy and that all the rest of it pretty much sucks. But, you gotta agree, #2 makes it completely worth it.

My Little Lemon

The doctor's office was able to squeeze me in early so I went for a long ultrasound to determine my due date. I got some great pictures of Baby. S/he was very active - at one point stretched all the way out, saw little legs, hands, and head. My official due date is April 18. In my head I am still planning on April 22. That way I can go late and not freak out (too much). That's the idea any way.

So the baby is about the size of a lemon, but you'd never guess that from the size of my abdomen. Maybe if I'm feeling ambitious tonight (unlikely due to all three of us are down with colds right now) I'll try to get these ultrasound pictures onto the computer. No promises. :)

Photo credit: Lady Lunchalot

Recent Pics

Snuggled up for fall.

Daddy doing what he does best.

And my jazz hands. While cleaning.
We went to the beach a couple weeks ago and Baby E was in heaven. She walked all over the beach and chased seagulls. And eventually ended up in the water up to her ankles. Cooooold.

Successfully using a spoon!

Rearranging the cleansers.

Playing in the backyard.
Dh has encouraged Baby E's love for pumpkins. It's adorable. She found one yesterday small enough to carry around.

Today was Stake Conference, which is when a bunch of area congregations meet together for a big meeting. It was nice because 1) it is 2 hours long (as opposed to regular church which is 3 hours), 2) I brought my knitting and made real progress on a little hat for Baby E and 3) there were some excellent talks, including one I really enjoyed about the true nature of love and how this applies to marriage. It was hard because I had to sit on a hard chair for 2 hours and my butt was killing me by the end.

Tonight we went to K's house for dinner. We had steak. This is K's idea of a pun. Steak for Stake conference. Dinner was delicious and fun was had by all. We even stayed late (Baby E was behaving herself), so Baby E ended up going to bed an hour late (7 pm).

I am 14 weeks pregnant. My morning sickness is waning, mostly only feel it in the evenings and not too badly. Woo-hoo! Now it can fade away to a distant, terrible memory again. My stomach is starting to pop out but all maternity pants are still too big. I wear them anyway. Also stretchy pants. Please don't arrest me, fashion police. My main symptom now is gassiness. Ha ha Also I'm quite bloated by the end of every day.

Dh is threatening to punish me if I don't stop blogging right now. Apparently it's time for some QT time.

Book Meme

Stolen from Hollow Squirrel.

Bold those you’ve read.
Italicize books you have started but couldn’t (or just didn't) finish.
Add an asterisk* to those you have read more than once.
Underline those on your To Be Read list.

Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell
Crime and Punishment
Catch-22
One Hundred Years of Solitude
Wuthering Heights
The Silmarillion
Life of Pi: A Novel
The Name of the Rose
Don Quixote
Moby Dick
Ulysses
Madame Bovary
The Odyssey
Pride and Prejudice
Jane Eyre
A Tale of Two Cities
The Brothers Karamazov
Guns, Germs, and Steel: the Fates of Human Societies
War and Peace
Vanity Fair
The Time Traveller’s Wife
The Iliad
Emma
The Blind Assassin
The Kite Runner
Mrs. Dalloway
Great Expectations
American Gods
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
Atlas Shrugged
Reading Lolita in Tehran
Memoirs of a Geisha
Middlesex
Quicksilver
Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West
The Canterbury Tales
The Historian Halfway through...
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Love in the Time of Cholera Just bought this off Amazon
Brave New World
The Fountainhead
Foucault’s Pendulum Just checked it out of the library
Middlemarch
Frankenstein
The Count of Monte Cristo
Dracula
A Clockwork Orange
Anansi Boys
The Once and Future King
The Grapes of Wrath
The Poisonwood Bible
1984 Loooove
Angels & Demons
The Inferno
The Satanic Verses
Sense and Sensibility
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Mansfield Park
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest
To the Lighthouse
Tess of the D’Ubervilles
Oliver Twist
Gulliver’s Travels
Les Misérables People, it's huge. I made it to the mid-600s. Halfway.
The Corrections
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
Dune
The Prince
The Sound and the Fury
Angela’s Ashes
The God of Small Things
A People’s History of the United States: 1492-Present
Cryptonomicon
Neverwhere
A Confederacy of Dunces
A Short History of Nearly Everything
Dubliners
The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Beloved
Slaughterhouse-Five
The Scarlet Letter
Eats, Shoots & Leaves
The Mists of Avalon Just too, too much
Oryx and Crake
Collapse: How Societies Choose to Fail or Succeed
Cloud Atlas
The Confusion
Lolita
Persuasion
Northanger Abbey
The Catcher in the Rye
On the Road
The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Freakonomics
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
The Aeneid
Watership Down
Gravity’s Rainbow
The Hobbit
In Cold Blood
White Teeth
Treasure Island
David Copperfield
The Three Musketeers

This list tells me I get distracted a lot and should try finishing things more often. Oopsie.

Feel free to steal this. Tell me in the comments so I can come see your list.

My First Prenatal Appt, Some E Pics and a Belly Shot!

Dh, Baby E and I all schlepped our way to the ob/gyn this morning for my first prenatal appointment. Everything went swimmingly. Baby E was charming and well behaved, Dh was there fulfilling his role of supportive husband perfectly, and I threw up in the trashcan before we left! Woo-hoo! We got an ultrasound, sorry no scanner so no pics, but Baby #2 was moving all over the place which was really fun to see. Moving all limbs. In fact, we even saw its fingers. The doctor said..."that doesn't look like an 11-week baby (today I thought I was 11w3d). It looks at least 12 weeks." She took a few rough measurements and kept coming up with more like 12w5d!!! Holy cow.* She moved my EDD up 3 days, thinks it will be more after an in-depth ultrasound scheduled for the end of the month (crappy HMOs...). So that's exciting! I did think my uterus came up out of my pelvis awfully early. I love the idea of being an entire week farther along. One less week, with none of the wait!

One of Baby E's favorite past times: digging in the garbage.

Note the milk on the floor. NOT being drunk. I feed her lots and lots of cheese in hopes it will compensate for her relentless refusal to drink milk. (And yes before you ask I have tried adding Nesquik, strawberry Nesquik, and heating it. None of that works. Dh once got her to drink 1% but that doesn't help us very much, does it?)

Baby E, my little homeless child.

This Ziploc is a great hiding spot!

12.5 weeks, according to the doctor's rough estimate. Note pajama pants.

*So apparently Dooneybug you should listen to NOTHING I say about FAM because apparently I suck at charting and was at least a week off on my ovulation. I don't know how this happened! My signs are textbook! My chart was crystal clear! And yet, the baby don't lie.