Registering

Why the picture of the fork and spoon? Ah. Good question. It comes into play soon.

So Todd and I registered at BabiesRUs last weekend. It was kinda fun for about fifteen minutes and then all of a sudden it became incredibly daunting and over-whelming. Within the first five minutes, as we sat down at the "Register Here" table, Todd looked like a deer in headlights. I thought, "OK, he just needs to follow me around and scan things". But after looking at the 465th Diaper Genie, Bathtub, bouncy thing in the first twenty minutes, I too became a walking zombie. We scanned a handful of clothes and I said to Todd, "OK, that's fine, that will get us through the first week."

He said, "Then what"?

I collapsed on the floor in hysterical laughing. You know what? I have no idea, I thought.

We moved from section to section. We got to the strollers. Things fold and snap and buckle and collapse and come on and off and zip, crackle and pop. Oh my God, PLEASE, just pick one. By the time we got to the top floor of BabiesRUs, two and a half hours later, we were both over it. I told Todd to pick out the crib and changing table and I was going to go scan sheets. When I met back up with him he said, "Nothing will fit".

"What do you mean"?

"I mean, none of these cribs or changing tables are going to fit in the apartment".

So before we both had a complete and total breakdown - we left. We went to brunch with a friend of ours. Todd had many, many mimosa's as I jealously looked on. Then later in the day we calmly found a small crib on line. Everything is FINE. Breath Krista. It's all good.

Oh right, the fork and spoon. When Todd and I got engaged I had to register by myself because he was doing Ripley's Believe it Or Not (Live!) in Branson, MO. The above are forks and spoons I registered for and got. I thought (at the time). Aren't these neat, they have a nifty little curve in the middle of them. That "nifty little curve" makes them fall out and off of every bowl, plate, cup and table you put them on. We have never hated any inanimate object as much as we hate this cutlery. And I inexplicably registered for four different cheese shredders. We've never shredded cheese . . .ever. Sooooooo, Todd did not want me going to register for anything by myself. Ever again.

Breath Todd. It's all good.

:-)

Seven Months

Almost 28 weeks. So seven months. I know what your thinking. . . . She only has two months to go. But you would be wrong. Nine months schmine months. Ninth months is a big ole' myth. It's ten months. Liars. They need to teach that in elementary school health. It's all about the weeks when your pregnant. I don't know. I'm 28 weeks. Third trimester. Due in May. I still feel pretty good. The baby's kicks are a little harder and at times it feels like he's walking across my stomach which is a little disconcerting I must say. I haven't had any MAJOR cravings - like pickles on fruit salad - but I do enjoy me a taco salad and that - I feel is new to my life. No crazy hormones either . . . I think. I did get so angry at Todd for eating my left over pizza that I thought I may have to leave him. . . . .that was probably a little over the top in retrospect. I started getting a little weepy while I was getting ready for work the other day and Todd proceeded to tell me where every little knick knack in the apartment came from (two headed duck, cyclops kitten, fiji mermaid, shrunken heads, the jackolope you know, your basic knick knack). When he was done, I realized he had distracted me out of my weepiness and I was fine.
I'm still pretty active and am sticking with my trainer at the gym until I can't anymore. So - there you have it. So far so good.

6 Months.

My new best friend?

This is off of one my "pregnancy boards". I think I want her to be my new best friend.

melisa4(Vip) - 23.4 hours ago I may be VERY crabby today, but I just went to that Name My Baby site to check out the names...are these women serious? Usually, I'd keep this to myself (Not my kid...not my problem)...but I really think they believe they're naming puppies or something! And just because you can add an 'h' or a 'y' or a 'z' DOESN'T mean you should...I'm starting to think I'm in the minority of people who take into consideration how this kid's gonna carry the name throughout his/her entire life...Seriously, I don't ever believe that there will every be a Supreme Court Justice named 'Delicious Diamond Dawson'...how does that not qualify as child abuse? and neglect? Sorry--I feel slightly better--If I could yell at some of these women, face-to-face, I'd feel 100% better...thanks, Mommies!


Now Listen! I am very aware that this is coming from a woman (myself) who is most likely naming her child Phineus Taylor Robbins (hence forth to be called Finn). However, if our child ends up being a Supreme Court Justice, something has gone horribly, horribly wrong.

23 Weeks - Kick Part 2

. . . . .and laughing about it. It Just Like Comedy!

23 Weeks - Kick Part 1

Caught on camera. In the middle of kicking me.

Mean doctors. What up with that?

Above is the sonogram from yesterday. I'm 23 weeks. Six months next week and it's going by very quickly. He's definitely a boy, which is good, having only purchased boy things. He's kicking like crazy. It's exciting but it feels like, you know, your being kicked from the inside out, little bit freaky, so after a while, I'm like. . . OK, baby that's not so much fun for mommy anymore.

We finally switched doctors. I've told this a million times so you may have heard it - but my doctor was the nastiest woman ever. I kept thinking I was being overly sensitive - but no - she was definitely hateful. Well, she was hateful until Todd showed her he could put the side of his glasses up his nose and then she was ALL about us. Too late, I was already over her. Our new doctor is fabulous, FABULOUS. We love him!!! And Todd didn't even have to do any sideshow stunts to get him to like us. (However . . . . . we did have to have Dara Gottfried, Gilbert's wife . . . put in a call for us to even get seen by him, since they recommended him . . . .but that's another story)

Also;

You know, you watch movies and see women getting their sonograms. The ultrasound tech says, "Look, there's the baby's leg, oh look there that's the spine, and if you look over there, that's the ear and there's the mouth." Todd and I have yet to have this experience. The techs don't so much care about any of this and rarely speak out loud. And even when we ask, "what's that" we get very mumbled "femur 4 side, b m j." . . . . .

OK, I don't know what that means. . . . .

We try kidding around but apparently they all think we're idiots. Maybe it's us. Their all just so serious.

My mom came up to see the sonogram and so far she has been the only person to feel the baby kick.

So we're good. Baby is coming along perfectly and we love that. I have great friends who are new moms and are recommending dotors, gadgets, tricks. All kinds of stuff. So thank you very much. It is all welcomed!

Baby belly

I seemed to have popped this week. I think I went from "hmm, maybe she's pregnant . . . maybe she just had a good ole' food filled holiday", to looking very much preggo. Here's the belly at 21 weeks.

Identity crisis much?

When Mommy dresses the baby

When Daddy dresses the baby

New Years Eve

Todd and I went to The Big Apple Circus for New Years. During the middle of the first half they do a bit where "Grandma" (Big Apple Circus resident clown, also known as our friend Barry Lubin) comes into the ring. The conductor, who is conducting from the band stand above the ring, "drops his baton" into the ring. He goes down in to the ring, with his trumpet in hand, to get the baton back from Grandma. Of course hilarity ensues. At one point Grandma uses the baton to change the lighting in the ring to mood lighting. The conductor starts playing When I Fall In Love (It Will Be Forever). Grandma comes in to the audience and does what I fear most in life. Grabs my hand. Damn IT!!!! He knows I hate this. We've been through this. I turn around to plead for help from my husband, who I realize is also being pulled into the ring. Barry/Grandma said to me . . ."It's the baby's first circus. You have to do this." Todd and I proceeded to dance in a spot light, in the middle of the ring, in the middle of the Big Apple Circus. Seven years to the day that we got engaged, in a spot light, in the ring, in the middle of the circus. And just like when we got engaged, I forgot 1000 people were watching us. Todd and I. And the baby. It was a good New Years

Christmas

My brother Peter got Todd a robe for christmas. He told Todd that every father needs to forever scar his child by the robe that he wears. My brother Michael got Todd a bottle of bourbon. My Aunt Sue got us a sling for the baby (all of them got us other things but stay with me here for the point). So below is a picture of my Baby Daddy! Back off ladies. He's mine.

Yes, that is Joey in the sling.

Punk baby clothes.

OK. I couldn't resist. I was xmas shopping in Soho and saw these onesies in the window of a store. The one on the left has tattoo flash on it and the one on the right has that layered, grungey, thermal underneath, t-shirt on top look. LOVING IT! I did the impulse buy thing and told the ladies at the counter it was my first baby purchase. They thought that was the most fantastic thing ever in the world. PT was not particularly thrilled with me for doing this to him - but at least I didn't put him in the onesies.

(Todd, by the way would like me to point out he very much objected to me using PT to pose baby clothes on. So I waited until he left the apartment).

Sonogram12-10-07

It's a BOY!!!

We're 16 weeks today. Four months along. And it looks like it's a boy. We were pretty sure it was a boy. I was 100% sure until Friday when I started doubting myself. I just think I was afraid I was going to be told it was a girl and then have to doubt all my instincts. Every friend we were around told us they were positive it was a boy. And everyone was right. That baby must have some major testosterone going on for everyone to be SO sure. We went in for ultrasound today and everything looks great. As the technician was winding down I ask her if it was to early to tell the sex. She said, 'no, not at all. You wanna know?" "Yes" we both said. "Looks like a boy". Todd got a grin on his face ear to ear. She pointed out all of his extremities. The only thing I recognized was a foot and his head. The rest of it looked like a blurry cloud. So there you go. I see mini zoot suits and mini spats in the baby's future.