How does this one work for you?

Ok. I have no idea how to turn the picture around, but whatevs. You can turn your head, right?

So, I guess we (I) did sort of think it was going to be a boy. I dreamed that we had a boy and so did Josh. Some people said that the dreams meant we were having a boy; others said the opposite. Now we know for sure!

As for names...at the moment, I am seriously leaning towards Elijah Patrick (the E name being related to Joshie's grandma Eva and the P name being my mom's dad's name). We are thinking that we'll mostly call him Eli. It actually seems to fit pretty well when I talk to my belly now (it's a lot easier talking to your belly when it has a name, I find). Of course, we have several months left to change our mind - and E.T.'s friend's name is still in the running!

And, just b/c you are being patient about lack of compelling belly photos, here's one of Josh doing his impression of the baby in utero (as seen on ultrasound)...

It's a boy!

So, we had our fancy ultrasound this morning, and they told us it's a boy! Holy crap! We are having a son. Weird, weird, weird!

Also, I believe a good number of the recent rumblies in my tumblies are baby related (and not just gas, though that's an issue as well. TMI!). I even felt one good swift kick. And I think he likes to play bongos on my bladder or something b/c I am pee central lately. Jeesh.

Anyway, here's a picture of the belly (with baby inside), me, and Joshie after Thanksgiving dinner at my parents' house (not to be confused with Second Thanksgiving at Josh's parents' the next night...which might explain how I managed to gain 3.5 pounds in less than a week. Dear Lord.). I look collosal compared to Joshie there. It's kind of disturbing.

For those of you who wanted belly pix, I hope this is what you had in mind and not naked belly pix, b/c I can't handle those. This type of thing will have to suffice.

Why would you tag me?

Not only am I rather boring but I also swear that I have told you *everything* about me. I will try, but this isn't going to be pretty.

1. I repeat my stories a lot. Whatever I like them. And so should you.

2. I wish that I had dropped out of the sociology program a long time ago and gone to school for as MSW or something so that I could be a therapist. You knew that though, right?

3. I am not good with kids. I can't believe I'm having one. They scare me. I only babysat a couple of times for an actual baby, and even then, it was with my sister Rachel. We were not so great at it. There was a huge fiasco involving lots of peanuts, an incredibly gross diaper, and nothing to wipe it up with except for cotton balls - and Rachel on the phone trying to call my mom (while my mom was actually walking down the street to where we were) and me running around the house for wipes/paper towels/leaves/anything to wipe the baby with (yes, leaving the baby unattended and not at all strapped down on the changing table). And you already heard that story.

4. I don't actually want to work at all. I want to be a stay at home mom. I hate working. I don't think there's much of anything out there that I like enough to keep me interested for very long (except, perhaps, other people's problems). And I have no ambition whatsoever. I don't think this is actually all that new to anyone who bothers to read my blog when I occasionally bother to blog.

5. My mom voluntarily taught field hockey at my grade school for girls in the 6th, 7th, and 8th grade. She basically started the whole thing and I believe it stopped when she stopped doing it. She started when I was in 2nd grade, and I got to play with the older girls. My mom would never make me play a particular position when I was really young. She'd call me a "rover" and I'd run everywhere trying to get the ball. I was incredibly competitive and threw myself into every piddly little game we played on the softball field (b/c, see, there was no field hockey field). But, you see, I was also kind of bratty about it and, if someone stole the ball from me, I'd often hit them in the butt with my stick and, at times, act like the fouled me and throw myself on the ground screaming and crying. I could have taught those soccer folks a thing or two. You are not surprised - particularly since you heard about my old racquetball battles with Robyn.

6. I am not interesting at all. I have had the most boring, Brady Bunch life ever. But that's pretty much fine by me. I love my husband. I am excited/nervous/crazy about the bun in my oven. I love my little family. And I love my husband's family. I also love my friends. I am incredibly lucky/blessed/whatever you want to call it. But, see, again you knew that.

I am tagging Constance. I suspect if you have made it to me, you are likely to be able to view her blog. So go for it, Connie!

Planet Unicorn. Unicorn Planet.

OMG. You have to see this. Here's the story:

"In the year 2117, an 8-year-old gay boy named Shannon found a magic lamp. He was granted three wishes. The first, a fur jacket. The second, a flying car. And the third was a planet full of unicorns. This is the story of that planet..."

Apparently, Josh learned about it when he was out at some bar with people from his most recent show (in which there will be NUDITY - though only pantslessness on Joshie's part). Anyway, one of the people his group was meeting up with at the bar were having a Planet Unicorn-themed party. I am now officially in love with Planet Unicorn. It is awesome. If I had the room for a baby nursery (and not just a corner of our bedroom in which we plan to cram a crib), it would be Unicorn Planet themed as well. Unicorn.