From the Loops

MONKEY!

So, it's official. I am with child. I think that expression is lame. I've been getting a lot of grief from a lot of people about not posting any photos...but really, there is nothing to report!

Ok, let's go back a few months...not that far back...you all know about the birds and the bees...and this is a family blog-site! A while back I was doing some math in my head, cause I wasn't really keeping track of things with Daryl working away a lot...when I had the realization that I needed to pee on a stick. We went to the local pharmacy, bought the extremely over-priced box and I peed. I couldn't look at the results, both excitement and fear overtook my body so I pulled an ostrich and buried myself in the bed-sheets. Ok, I know that ostriches don't actually do this...but I'm trying to give you a mental picture here! Low and behold...pregnant! So, the excitement and fear exploded 10-fold and the games were set to begin! And here we are, 18 weeks and 4 lbs later...but we finally have proof!

Back about a month ago, at the last Dr's visit, I said that I needed proof, and boy did we get it! We heard the little freakishly fast heart-beat and I have had a case of the giggles ever since.

This past Monday, we went for our first ultrasound and actually SAW the little monkey.

Ok, let's talk about the name. I've had so many friends who have had babies in the past year who, justifiably so, have named their growing bellies wonderful things like "peanut", "sprout" and "sweat-pea", all very suiting and just adorable. For those of you who know Daryl and I, when this little one joins us (due May 5), s/he is going to be cute, and adorable as well...but we know that they are going to grow into a little monkey. Both Daryl and I pulled a Tarzan out of our respective cribs when we were wee babes (I was about 5 months old), and if you combine our energy and joking,teasing nature...you get a little monkey. My dad is quite upset with this nick-name...keeps saying "it isn't a monkey"...well, no kidding...not literally!

Anyhow, monkey it is...and just to prove it, when we had the last sound-only ultrasound in the Dr's office to check on the heart-rate, the little rascal decided to play hide-and-seek. This did not help my giggles...not at all. All we would hear was me snickering and laughing...we gave up and decided that monkey's heart was probably just fine! I think we're in trouble!

So, with a few weeks left until Christmas and us reaching mid-way in this journey called pregnancy...I'm feeling and doing just great. The Dr. said that I couldn't be in better health, and the fact that my only complaint is that I have nothing to complain about is a good thing. I've had no morning sickness, no weakness, or feelings or being tired or anything. And like I said, I've gained 4 lbs. But I did have a big breakfast...hum...

I've felt no kicks or movements...and what I thought was monkey turns out to be gas. Sorry Daryl! But rest assured, the little one is very feisty. When watching on the ultrasound s/he looked like s/he was doing flutter kicks...non-stop...on my bladder! There was so much movement and flipping and twisting and spastic fluttering that the tech had a hard time taking any photos. But what she did take are awesome...kind of. I see monkey in most of them...others I wonder what she was looking at!

This one is pretty obvious...