I can't believe I waited a whole 3 months of living before I started my own blog. I wish I could blame it on the fact that I was working on my taxes or a dissertation or something. Unfortunately, my only excuse is that it took me this long to get internet access in the womb.
It's April 12th, 2008, and I am 13 weeks old. My mom is 15 weeks along in her pregnancy. My Dad is a math professor and he's been trying to explain to me how to do these complex calculations about pregnancy dates. Apparently, people count pregnancy weeks starting from 2 weeks BEFORE conception (uh - why?) So, even though the doctors keep saying that Mom is 15 weeks along, I'm really only 13 weeks old. Either way, that means that I'm due October 6th, plus or minus an unspecified amount of time since I'm going to make it a surprise. Sorry, Mom and Dad...I get to choose my own birthday!!
Mom's been having a rough go of it so far with the "morning" sickness. The nausea and vomiting started off lasting all day, although the past week has been better than the rest. Everyone says that since she's 15 weeks along now, she should be feeling better any day now. I think she's hoping that means "yesterday". Usually in the morning, Mom makes this weird noise that can only be described as a baby seal barking. Dad's been trying to figure out how to catch the seal to get it out of the apartment so Mom feels better. Any ideas?
Mom and Dad have been starting to think about baby names, and frankly, I'm a little worried. They've been throwing around the name "Franjelinorbica", which I'm pretty sure is some weird combination of everyone on Dad's side of the family. Please pray that I get a real name so I'm not stuck with the nickname "Jello" for the rest of my life.
They're going to have to come up with both a boy's name and a girl's name, though, because they've decided to not find out what I am until I'm born. Apparently, the doctors were 99% sure that my cousin was going to be a girl. Then, when it turned out to be a boy, poor Joe had to wear a dress to his infant baptism and sleep in a pink room with strawberry shortcake blankets! Anyway, Mom's not trusting any doctors to tell her what's a boy and what's a girl; she'd rather go in thinking the chances are 50/50. And keeping my sex organs a secret until I'm born is fine with me. I'm sure it won't be the last secret that I'll keep from my parents...
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Hello, world!!!
This was me on March 24th, 2008, when I was just 10 weeks old (Mom was 12 weeks along). I was pretty wiggly when they tried to photograph me. Hey - I was just dancing to the Ultrasound music! :)
Mom and Dad were pretty excited to get to see me. I showed off my fingers and toes for them. The doctor said everything looks good so far and my heartbeat was a strong 160 beats per minute - I'm practically a little hummingbird in here!
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