the sound of music

I hope that you really like music babe. I love music, a lot, and all kinds. My Ipod is a "living" testament to my love for all kinds of music. There is so much random (some of it very embarrassing) stuff on there. I often think that if I lost my Ipod and if some one were to find it and try and return it to me, I would go all Judas on it and deny that the thing was even mine out of fear that person had perused the songs on there.

I am hoping that I can help foster a love of music in you at a young age. All kinds of music, not just that annoying, creepy kid crap. I have no problem with my two year old be-bopping along to some Beyonce or Rolling Stones. I hope that we can have lots of dance parties together baby.

Perhaps I should start cultivating this now. I listen to my ipod every day, but maybe I should turn it up a little louder so some of that noise trickles on down to you. Hummm, also maybe I should pay more attention to what I am subjecting you to. I mean, you are such a clean slate. It is fine for my ears to be poisoned by crap music, but maybe I should help you to develop some good taste.

Ok, new rule then, more Beatles, U2, and Ramones, and less Belinda Carlisle and Bel Biv Devoe.

Don't Judge.

oh nice and chubby baby

Oh baby, look at you! No one would mistake you for a lima bean now. You resemble a life form now, maybe not a human life form, but a living creature nonetheless. I am just a little freaked out by the last picture, the overhead shot one, it's a little too Alien Nation for my liking. I do, however, like your chubby belly. I asked the tech if you were an abnormally fat fetus, she didn't seem to think so, but I'm not so convinced.

Our 12 week appointment went amazingly. You scored the best possible numbers you could get on your genetic tests, in fact, the counselor told us I had the risk of a 20 year old. A 20 year old! I made her say it three or four times.

Hands down the best part was getting to see you again though. I was in agony. My bladder was so full that it was actually giving me back pains, and when the nurse saw how full it was on the ultrasound she called me an "overachiever". My pains were all forgotten though when you popped up on the screen. You were in a perfect position for the tech to get all her measurements (genius), and your Dad and I just stared at you. The tech thought we should get to see you move around and you were being very lazy so she had me cough. Baby, one little cough woke you up and sent you flying, with your little arms and legs waiving in protest. Just when I was thinking how bad I felt and I was going to have to make it through the next 6 months without ever coughing again, you flipped over and stuck your little booty out at us.

You are definitely our kid.

A real charmer.

so fresh and so clean

All I can think about is tomorrow baby! Tomorrow sometime a little after 12:30 we will get to see you again. I think this time we will be amazed by how much more you look like a baby and how much less you look like a lima bean. I am so excited to see you again, but also a little nervous. This is the appointment where we go over all the results of all our genetic testing and I just want you to be ok. We would love you no matter what, but your dad and I want you as healthy as can be, the way everyone should get to start out, so fresh and so clean.

Ugh, I will admit though I am dreading the having to have a full bladder part baby. Having to hold my pee is like torture. I sure hope you make it worth my while and give us a bit of a show. Rest up small fry, tomorrow is a big day.