Archive for June, 2009

Drum Roll Please. . .

June 17th, 2009

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We had our second ultrasound today and everything looked just great.  The baby is healthy and growing.  We asked the technician to tell us to look away when he was determining the gender and then check the appropriate box on the card pictured above.  He then sealed it in an envelope.

Later (after I took a nap because that is what I have to do EVERY day) we went out to dinner and opened the card together.  Brandon nearly hopped right out of his chair when we saw. . . we’re having a baby boy.

We’re both so excited it’s rediculous.  So for those of you who predicted boy, congratulations!  For those of you who didn’t, you can buy Baby Boy Vrosh a really cute outfit to make up for it.

19 weeks.

Place Your Bets!

June 16th, 2009

So tomorrow is the big day. . . the day we get to find out what flavor the baby is.  Overwhelmingly, friends and family have predicted boy.  But I wanted to provide you all the opportunity to go on the record with your best guess.  Just leave it in the comments below.  We’ll see who’s right tomorrow.  Ready? GO!

19 weeks

A Dry Spell

June 9th, 2009

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I can’t come up with anything interesting to write about.  So I’ve just been ignoring the blog.  I don’t believe that I have any addicted readers, as of yet, so hopefully my absence hasn’t cramped any one’s style too awfully much.

One thing I do know is that I keep choking.  And then I read that while you’re pregnant, you produce more saliva.  So I think what’s happening is that while I’m sitting on the couch watching TV, I’m not swallowing frequently enough to keep up with my new heightened levels of spit production. Then when I take a breath in to say something, I choke.  That is at least my own self-diagnosis.

In other news, my last full day of teaching is June 18.  Then I will be free from children who are not my own.  The day before that, we get to find out if our little sweet potato (that’s what it’s the size of now, a sweet potato.  We both find it extremely gross that they always use food as a reference to size, but I apparently I feel the need to gross you out along with us) is a girl or boy.  I do have to say that I think my friends are way more excited about this than I am.  What is wrong with me?  I guess that I’ve just convinced myself that I’m having a boy because that is what everyone says I am having.  I suppose we will see.

Other than that, everything is just fine.  I promise to start posting bump pictures once my stomach actually looks pregnant and stops looking like I ate too many bon bons.  Because I haven’t even had one bon bon.  Maybe I should start.

18 weeks