My superhero

I can't seem to get out of this chair and the best seated productive activity is writing a post.  Now that the baby is out of the closet, I guess I can air on all things pregnancy, and the first and most prominent is the overwhelming fatigue.  Today was the first day of our week long move in which Nick decided to be a superhero and do it mostly by himself.  After countless trips up and down our current and new stairs,  1 carload to our new apartment, many packed parcels lugged around the apartment, 1 longish dog walk, and 1 trip to the vet, I am super tired. Our apartment is looking empty, even the rugs are vacuumed and rolled.  What's left are the big-ish furniture (all Ikea, and easily broken down), the conservatory of plants we have accumulated in these 6 months, our summer clothes, Nicks treasures from the alley in which he promises to make a masterpiece someday, and 1 big mirror.  Actually, there are a lot of little things too, but those are small potatoes.

Here is the superhero himself.   Arnie wishes he could help. 

For those inquisitive minds out there, this is where we are with baby LW2.  It's 10 1/2 inches already! 

http://www.babycenter.com/6_your-pregnancy-21-weeks_1110.bc

It's baby season

A few months ago, I found out in delight that two of my best friends were having babies in the Fall.  And then, my co-teacher joined the club, also due in the Fall.  To add to the season, we found out that not 1, not 2, but 3 of Nick's first cousins are having babies in the Winter.  And, there are several Chicago community dancing babies in the making.  So, we thought we'd join the party.  Everybody's doing it.  

Actually, to the contrary, we were shocked and surprised when in late March we found out that we were also expecting a little one.   Have you picked your jaw up off the floor and re-attached it to your face?  I am sure it's not as shocking to you as it was to me.  In no particular order, I have a job, (Nick is an awesome house husband), I am 31, we're married, we're in love, we have a dog, all the cards are in place.  This is a good time.  But it doesn't lessen the emotional and physical shock.  Getting through the first trimester was such a milestone and I feel a million times better about everything.  Now, at 20 weeks and a few days (5 months!) we are excited, thrilled, happy to be in this place, entrusted with this gift.  

When I was in utero, my parents named me LW for "live wire".  You can guess why.  I was a really active little baby.  We had our 20 week ultrasound on Monday, and the ultrasound tech had a hard time getting good pictures because our baby was so squirmy.  I've been feeling little kicks and punches for a few weeks now, and Nick dubbed this little one LW2.  

So, LW2 will make her/ his debut around December 5, 2011.  We both think it's a girl, but we're going to let it be a winter surprise.  Hurray!    

This is the last beach photo, I promise.  You can see a little bit of baby belly poking out.  Hello!