Week 28 - An Ultrasoundin' We Will Go!

As Carin described in her previous post, while in New Jersey, we visited Carin's sister, the famed ultrasound tech, and spent a long time looking at our little guy.

We came home with a whole batch of cool ultrasound pictures. Here are a few, starting with the now infamous shot of our little guy (let's call him OLG for short) giving us the finger:


That whippersnapper! So irreverent! And now, he gives us the feet ...


Now to the best pictures of the bunch, the profile shots!


The picture above might be my favorite on account of how adorable OLG is. Also, the more I look at it, the more I say, "Wow! He totally looks like me! No--Wait! He totally looks like Carin!" Look at the lips, the chin, the under-nose! Am I crazy or is there actually something there? I know. I'm probably crazy.

The picture below features OLG sucking his thumb:


Nuclear powered cuteness, don't you think?

Don't believe he's sucking his thumb? I've added my artistic interpretation below:


Now, not every picture is so darn cute. The straight on shots of his face were--to be charitable--not all too flattering. The less charitable way to describe them would be ... um ... slightly demonic. But try photographing a flat cross section of your face and see how spiffy you look! Here's one of the prettier scary ones:


And now, let's end this picture session with the classic "baby kicking himself in the head" shot. Not sure if this is reflective of his mother's occasional clumsiness or his father's penchant for stretching. Perhaps, it's a bit of both.


I've added my illustrations below to help illuminate what I think is going on here. I've declined to add a thought bubble because I think it's best for each viewer to imagine what OLG is thinking for him or herself. I did, however, in the interest of imbuing our unborn son with super powers, add a cape. Enjoy.

Photographic Dispatches from the Grand East-Coast-wide RUB-THE-BELLY Tour

Yes, the belly was rubbed. The East Coast was toured. Chinese food was eaten for Christmas.

And good times were had with family and friends.

We started our vacation in Sarasota, Florida ...


where we hung out with my family, eating food ...


... and taking pictures of each other ...


... on the beach ...


... even though it was a little cold.


Then it was off to New Jersey we flew.

Here we got to hang out with Carin's family ...



... and build snow penguins.


We even met up with Carin's old high school pals.

They threw her a little surprise baby shower ...


... which made her very happy.


Here she is with fellow pregnant girlfriend, Danielle. See the matching baby bumps:


We also went to New York, where we saw friends and had a fun family get-together in my sister's apartment ...


... which provided one very proud great-grandmother-to-be with the opportunity to feel some kicks.


This is my favorite picture of the trip.

Definitely our kid

All my ultrasounds so far have been very clinical. Here's the neck fold, here's the length of the femur, yes the organs are forming correctly, and oh it's a boy. Interesting, but just-the-facts-ma'am only (since my doctor does the scanning himself). Plus, I have to watch the scans through a handheld mirror since the doctor doesn't even turn the screen in my direction. It's like trying to look at the hair on the back of your head. I like my doctor, and I would recommend him to others without reservation, but this sort of ultrasound experience is less than touching.

Fortunately for me, my sister is an ultrasound tech! Unfortunately for me, she lives 3000 miles away. So Bill and I scheduled our final unencumbered trip to the east coast right at the 6-month mark to hang with our families and swing by my sister's place of employment. She spent a good long time (45+ min) scanning for nothing in particular, just poking around, sometimes just hanging out with the wand waiting for the baby to move so we could see it on the monitor. A couple measurements for due diligence told us that he's presently 2 lbs, 13 oz, which is in the 53rd percentile for size.

Here are three ways we know the baby is definitely ours:

1. He gave us the finger.
2. He played with his penis.
3. He kicked himself in the head.

Pictures to follow.

Mellow Yellow Carin at 25 weeks

Here's a picture of Carin from our walk in Balboa Park last weekend. Quite rightly.

In fetal news, I can now not only feel our little guy's kicks by putting my hand on Carin's belly--I can visibly see them too. It's still a very subtle thing, and you have to be watching for it. That said, we've had a couple belly watching sessions this weekend when our guy was particularly active, and I saw a couple kicks. Cool stuff.

I'm very excited to get to share my wife and her Magical Belly of Wonder with family and friends over the holidays.

*Edited (by Carin) to add: By the way, this picture was taken December 11 in Los Angeles. And it was over 80 degrees. Before you get jealous, it is in the 50s and raining today (Saturday) and for the next four days.

What our cat thinks about my wife's pregnancy

Everybody has at least one thing they are good at. Our cat, Scottie, is really good at looking skeptical and generally unimpressed with whatever is going on (see picture above). Whether a crying baby will be enough to generate enthusiasm from her remains to be seen. We predict some initial fear and then lots more skepticism. I personally predict our son will wind up being her frenemy, particularly as he gets to cat chasing, tail grabbing age. We look forward to watching their relationship evolve over the next few years. As for now, as for our son's 26 week fetal state, Scottie is, frankly, unimpressed.

***ADDENDUM***

Since posting earlier today, I managed to take a couple great cat and belly pictures. I think they are a nice counterpoint to the post and photo above.

Here is our cat looking very comfortable next to Carin's belly ...

Slightly less comfortable but generally hilarious ...

EXTREMELY comfortable ...

Everybody say it together now: "Aww!"

Downside/Upside

When I took off my socks last night, I noticed a weird sock-indentation that would imply that the swelling has begun. Kind of like the top of the sock was a mild tourniquet. It's definitely not at the pitting phase, and to the untrained eye, it's hardly noticeable, since I started out with verrrry dainty ankles. They are still dainty, but I think I notice a difference. TBD.

On the upside, maybe my feet will swell so much that I will need larger shoes. I really have been loving those boots that everyone is wearing this season that look like a cross between riding boots and CHP motorcycle cop boots. For example, these:

Preeeeetty. We have been on budget lockdown, and it's somewhat hasty to buy shoes mid-pregnancy when you might outgrow them in a couple of months. But, hey, a girl can't walk around barefoot, right?

Pregnancy milestones I could do without

Recent developments:

• Heartburn that won't quit even after 4 ultra tums (1g each)
• Intermittent back pain
• Constant neck pain
• Sleeplessness (more so due to the neck pain than the pregnancy, but not helped by not being able to sleep on my back)
• Wedding and engagement rings are too tight.

And one I don't mind so much, though I reserve the right to change my mind in later weeks: all the kicking. :)

Week 25 update and pictures

So earlier this week, I ended up getting this red peacoat that I mentioned earlier, because I love red, and every time I wear my Old Navy red trenchcoat in public, I get compliments from strangers. Who doesn't love compliments from strangers?

And then it ended being 80 degrees here this weekend. Listen, I'm not complaining. I'm just saying - it's 80 degrees here this weekend. Hah! It's December 11! Los Angeles is awesome. (Sometimes.)

And here are a few belly pics for interested parties. (Remember: click to embiggen.)

At 21 weeks, 2 days:

At 24 weeks, 4 days:

p.s. Check out our orange tree! They're finally ripe. And delicious. That branch is hanging so heavy and low that it gets in the way of that little walkway I'm standing on (which leads to our office). It's a shame to cut it off when it's bearing so much delicious fruit. So we leave it and then just walk around it (or into it if we're not paying attention.) The tangerines (separate tree) are turning orange and will be ready soon too. Probably in early January.

Thanksgiving with Family

After some delay, I'm happy to post a few pics from our wonderful Thanksgiving week.

Here's a picture of us with Cindy, Paul, Rachel, and Jessie--our house guests for the week.

This is a sibling picture I like:

And now some pictures from the big day. First, the dramatic turkey reveal.

The spread . . .

The grown-ups' table:

The kids' table:

Some final Thanksgiving stats . . .

Total number of turkey eaters: 13

Total number of Canadian citizen turkey eaters: 6

Number of Canadian residents eating turkey: 1

Weight of turkey: 22 lbs.

Weeks pregnant (wife, not turkey): 22.5

Number of televised New England Patriots games watched that week: 2

Number of clogged kitchen sinks in house on Thanksgiving day: 1

Number of garbage disposals purchased on Black Friday: 1

Number of cats: 1

Number of dogs: 1

Number of iPads: at least 3

It was a real treat having our new(ish) home filled with family for the holidays, and we look forward to hosting more family gatherings in the future.

I'll end with this picture because I like it. Here we have Carin and Deanna at Bonnie's Thanksgiving party later in the weekend.

Week 22.5 Ultrasound Pics - A Whole Lotta Limbs

I'm behind on my blogging. I hope to post some Thanksgiving pics soon, but first, here are some photos from our latest trip to the doctor. This ultrasound session was very cool, though the pictures are a bit harder to make sense of than before. Now, our little guy is large enough that we can't get him all in one photo, so you'll notice that the shots below tend to focus on one part of the anatomy at a time. For example, le foot ...


Happily, everything seems to be in order. Carin's doctor checked to make sure all the organs and extremities were looking as they should, and in his irresistable Israeli accent, repeatedly declared, "'Es pehrfect" -- much to the delight of my in laws who were with us at the time.

Here are a couple more slightly confusing images, followed by my non-expert interpretations of what is being shown:





Which, as I understand it, translates to the following:






In other news, Carin is looking very beautiful and pregnant these days, and she is feeling our boy's movements in a non-ambiguous way which I will let her describe herself in her own posts. More pictures soon, I promise. Until then . . .

First legitimate (?) pregnancy-brain moment

There's been a lot on my mind recently, but with the family in town for Thanksgiving, I've been too busy to blog. So instead I will share a recent pregnancy-brain moment that I had, and I'm sharing it now before I change my mind.

Every so often, I have to fly up to Silicon Valley for the day for my work. We have another office there, and there are certain meetings where it's just better to be in the same room with people. When we were living closer to LAX, this was a bigger pain, because that airport just takes a lot longer to get in and out of (parking off-site, security, rush-hour traffic on the 405 etc.). But now that we are close to Burbank airport, it's a lot smoother. If I take the 8:05 flight there, I'm in the office by 9:30. If I take a 5:30 flight back, I'm home by 7:15.

Last time I flew up (mid-November), I booked the later (6:50) flight home, and it was delayed over an hour. I had to eat dinner alone in the San Jose airport, which was depressing (because of the business-traveller douchebaggery of it all (a category I feel I can't escape whenever I'm travelling up there for the day)) and by the time I got home, I basically rolled right into bed. So for this past Tuesday, I booked the 5:30 flight back.

Or so I thought. I got to the airport early enough, and the monitor said that the flight to Los Angeles was 6:05. Strange, not 5:30 like my boarding pass said. But Southwest does sometimes change the flight times slightly, and since we book business travel through an agency, those changes don't always get communicated. 30 minutes later than I thought, not so bad. At least it wasn't delayed.

So I'm waiting at the gate and I even was able to snag one of the awesome super-comfortable leather wide chairs in the SJC airport. Then they start boarding (still no delays, w00t!), and I give the guy my boarding pass, and instead of dinging like everyone else's, mine buzzes. Like, Family Feud big-red-X buzzes.

Southwest Guy: Um, Carin? (calling me back as I'm already a few steps past him)
Me: Yeah?
SG: You're going to Burbank.
Me: Yes? ... OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD.

You guys. I was at the gate for the flight to LAX! BY STUPID LUCK (and also Southwest's crappy on-time record), my original flight to Burbank that actually was still scheduled for 5:30, had been delayed to 6:15. I sprinted down to the other gate, and they hadn't even started boarding yet.

I heard that pregnancy supposedly shrinks your brain. That probably isn't scientifically totally correct, but I don't want to look it up, because I really want to hold on to this excuse so badly.

Week 19 and Week 20 pictures

Our first Halloween in our new house required a second set of pumpkins to be carved after our first pair fell victim to the California heat. We're very happy with how they turned out, and we had a lot of fun on Halloween night greeting about a dozen parties of mostly adorable trick-or-treaters.

A couple days later (19 weeks, 3 days), it was time for mother and fetus to step into the voting booth. Though I realize it defies logic, I will still contend that my underage son was partially responsible for Barbara Boxer's convincing victory. Note: strategically placed "I Voted" sticker.

Week 20 finds more of our beautiful roses in bloom. I still can't get over how big and perfect they are.

And finally, here are some pictures of the mother-to-be, looking very maternity-ish and bumptastic this morning at 20 weeks and 4 days. Nowadays, when I hug her, I hit the bump first. It blows my mind how totally pregnant she is. Here are a couple pretty pics. The front view:

... and the side view:

Too many choices

I think there is sometimes a danger in being too educated. My friend has an amusing blog on the topic of too much education and not enough employment, but that's not the point of this post. I want to talk about the way that too much education can hypothetically paralyze you from making a decision.

Wow. When we got married, you should have seen the spreadsheet I made in preparation for visiting possible venues. It was very elaborate. Color-coded. And this was all before we even went home to see any places! (In our slight defense, we had to pick a place in a visit home that lasted less than a week, and we lived 3000 miles away.) Getting married - yeah that takes a lot of work, but in hindsight, there were only 4 major-money decisions we had to make - venue, band, flowers, and photographer. All the other "low-cost" stuff was in the noise. At a wedding, who cares if you have a program or place cards that color-coordinate with your bridesmaids' dresses? Having been a bride, and also having been a guest, I will tell you: no one. It looks good in pictures, but history proves that's about all it's for.

With preparing for a baby, yes there are major-money decisions involved. Furniture, strollers, high chairs, etc. But it seems like I have a good lead on some free furniture, and the rest of the stuff I'm getting from my brother. (Thanks bro!) So I don't really need to worry about the bigger ticket items. Then this leaves all the little stuff. And OH MY LORD there is a lot of little stuff. Monitors and bouncy seats and deluxe diaper bags and smaller diaper bags and diaper pails and portable diaper pads and sheets that don't shrink and bumpers that won't kill your baby and nipple covers and breast pumps and all the other stuff that confounds my eternal hope for minimalist ownership (mainly due to lack of closet space).

Holy cow, the choices. I can't deal. I just want to go to someplace like JustBuyThisForYourBabyAndBeDoneWithIt.com and buy one of everything that I won't already have from my brother and then I'll be done with it. But this goes against the core of my being as a scientist, a researcher, and (if I'm being honest) a Type A personality.

We (well, Bill, but only because I have been crazy busy at work) spent hours researching which fridge to buy. And you know what? Turns out all fridges built in these modern days are pieces of crap that don't last more than 5 years if you get one with an icemaker. (And really, what's the point in getting without ann icemaker). My point with this is that we did a lot of research and it really didn't matter, because in the end, we bought the one with the ice-holder IN THE DOOR! More shelf space, yo.

Now, with baby crap, Bill has already told me on multiple occasions that he will go along with whatever decisions I make. He said the same thing for our wedding, but that did not exactly come to pass. However, this time, I'm pretty sure he means it. He could really care less about what sheets we (I) pick out.

So in my endless quest to find the "perfect" crib set, I will probably devote (waste) hours of time pondering the following questions that Baby Bargains and Google told me I should be concerned with:

• Will the (hopefully 100% cotton) sheets shrink? (Probably, if the package says machine wash cold, gentle cycle)
• Does it come with a diaper stacker, which I don't want? (Probably, and they're a waste of money.)
• Is the blanket unnecessary? (Probably it will cause your baby to overheat and die of SIDS)
• What's up with the bumpers? And the bumper ties - on top only? Top AND bottom? (Not that it matters, since bumpers will also kill your baby either way.)

And while we're on the subject of crib sets, I always imagined I would love something gender neutral (use it for more than one kid!) without cutesy animals. Something modern and sophisticated and calming, more for my enjoyment and decorating tastes than the kid's, since there will be enough visual stimulation for the kid in other ways. Something not unlike this:

But since I've actually started browsing the 1001 matching crib sets in earnest, I've discovered that I melt into goo every time I see a cute blanket involving smiling monkeys and/or lions. Mainly monkeys. Tell me this doesn't turn your heart to goo:

People, I am not generally a "melt into goo" kind of girl, so this portends big change.

(Of course, if the blanket is made with part polyester than YOUR BABY WILL OVERHEAT AND DIE and what kind of mother ARE YOU ANYWAY.)

So, in summary, don't read about which stroller to get as you are lying in bed trying to turn your brain off from the day. No good can come of that.

In other news, what's new with me? Not much really. During the 1st trimester (and beginning of 2nd), not much changed, except for my wasteline. What else has changed recently:

• My bra size. Multiple times. I probably need new bras yet again (I've already purchased new ones TWICE), but I am in denial. What even comes after DDD? I find it extremely annoying. Bill is thrilled.


• Yes I am starting to feel some stuff from the inside in the past week or so. Mostly when I poke my belly or if I am in a weird position (like lying on my belly reading). Only one time was unprovoked: at 18 weeks to the day, I was taking a little rest on the bed, and I flipped from my back to my side. A second or two later, I felt something else flip too. Weird! Then today in a meeting I felt like maybe there was some action going on, but also, maybe just some weird stomach thing from having an unhealthy snack of a coworker's leftover halloween candy.


• I've surpassed the "ate a big lunch phase" enough that strangers recognize that I'm pregnant. That's kind of neat. So far no inappropriate comments or touching.

Also, why are there no cute maternity winter coats? My wool houndstooth knee-length coat from Ann Taylor (outlet!) is the one true love of my winter wardrobe. The closest I can find to cute is a red peacoat from Motherhood Maternity. I'm trying to convince myself I like it, and I'm worried if I wait too long, they'll sell out, and then I'll be stuck with something boring. I think my standards are too high.