rotten to the core

So baby Giz, looks like you are going to follow in your mama's footsteps and end up a spoiled rotten child. In case the one perfect baby shower we had wasn't enough, you got three more. My work threw you one, and your papa's work threw you two, one in Chicago and one in Texas! I would have loved to see your dad at the baby showers, I'm pretty sure he didn't quite know what to do with himself.

Anyways, everyone was so sweet and made just the biggest fuss over you. I'll tell you babe, once you are here and old news and we stop getting all this attention, I am in for a very rude awakening.

Here are some pictures of my work shower. I tried to get some of your dad at his, he swears they exist, but I have decided getting pictures from a boy is more difficult than squeezing water from a stone. So these will have to do.

ummmmm Sweet Mandy B's cake. Thank you Monica!

My most adorable Godkids, Cam and Hud, came all the way down just for your party (and probably for the cake too). They were quite the hit. Is it just me or do I look like I am going to topple over in this picture??!!

They couldn't be any cuter!

By the way babe, don't ever let anyone make you feel bad about being spoiled. I'm totally cool with the spoiling, I think I turned out just fine in the end. Your dad may have a differing opinion, but what does he know anyways.

go ahead and smile

I have noticed that when you are pregnant people smile at you a lot. They look at you, look at the belly, and then just sort of smile up (or down) at you. In a city where I am automatically weirded out when a stranger says “hello” to me, it is really sort of a sweet occurrence.

I find myself wondering why the smile? Does much of humanity just love a pregnant lady? Are we all just sort of in awe of the whole pregnancy and new life thing? Are they remembering their own experiences with their children? Maybe they are just smiling in thanks that it is me and not them.

I wonder if people smiled at the mothers of Idi Amin, Pol Pot, and Stalin, and Charlton Heston while those women were pregnant with them (and yes, I consider Charlton Heston worthy of that group). Huh, if those people knew then what they know now….

looking so long at these pictures of you

Gizmo,

Today we had our 34 week appointment and one of our coolest ultrasounds yet. A 3D one, which was a total surprise. You are a boy, a real boy! No longer do you look like a sea monkey or Mr. Peanut, you look like a full fledged baby. Today we learned:

1. You have hair! I LURVE hair on babies! The more the better. My ideal baby would come out looking like a troll doll. I already have visions of faux hawks dancing in my head.

2. Your testicles have descended. We saw them ourselves, full on. I guess that's good. Your dad seemed proud. Baby balls. Weird.

3. You are head down, butt up by my left ribs, and feet out under my right ribs. Excellent work. Genius even. Now just stay that way.

4. You are about 4 lbs 14 oz. which is the 50th percentile on the nose. Perfectly average. No shame in that baby. The tech thinks you are on track to be an average size baby, somewhere in the 7-8lbs range. I like it. 7-something sounds very manageable to me.

So without further ado, I give you....you.

p.s. The tech assured me that is not an accurate picture of your nose. You are smashed in there so your nose looks bigger. You may just dodge that Roman nose yet that seems to run on my side of the family.