I'm halfway through my pregnancy, which means the doctors reward us by telling us baby's gender. It's a boy! A stinky, peeing outside, trouble-making, dirty old boy. We couldn't be more excited. Josh is going to be a great Dad and I am already imagining the backyard camping, lego building and explosions of drum and feedback from the basement that is sure to come. Our blobby boy is totally healthy and weighing slightly over a pound today. It was amazing to watch him punch and kick and wiggle through the ultra-sound. He's ready to rock. We can't wait to meet him.
As for me I'm feeling great. I've gained 16 pounds, which I'm told is more than enough for this stage but I like to think that there is a great intellectual power passed on to children through their parent's cookies. I am told I have an anterior placenta which means that I have extra padding between myself and the baby's kicks to my belly. I am able to feel little boy Bachman when I lay on my side but it'll be awhile before he's strong enough to make himself known for Josh to feel. He looks like this right now:
|This is his foot. Totally cute.|