Baby's first Nar show


And maybe the last? Well, if junior develops a love for Sacramento Treats, fast 3-chord pop songs and is totally down for bros hanging out then we know that it's all because of his in-womb exposure to this weekend's Nar show and Nar-B-Q.

We brought Heylove, who hung out as long as she could before she practically begged me to take her to the car. I guess all that volleyball tired her out pretty good. I think she scavengered something bad at the Nar-B-Q that upset her stomach because she wouldn't eat her food at all yesterday. She spent most of last night curled up on the couch like a little black bean. Poor ribs. She was feeling fine this morning. She's going to need a sitter for this Wednesday - Sunday night and I have no idea where I'm going to take her.

25 weeks


I never posted about my 25th week this week. Here I am, steadily growing into the shape of a lowercase b.

And here's the flickr stroll through other ladies at the same week. So many different shapes!

No sweets except puppies and babies


I was told not to have sweets yesterday or today in preperation for a routine glucose test. I'm not a big sweets fan, so it hasn't been that hard. It did make me realize how many sweets I do eat in a given day. Not like cake and candy and all that, but I was told not to even have gum, mints and fruit juice. Fresh fruit was okay to eat yesterday, but I couldn't have any today. So when I'm done giving the blood sample later I'm going to gorge myself on all the fruit I've been craving. Nectarines, bananas, cherries and then I'm going to wash it all down with a big glass of OJ.

I haven't been blogging much lately because work's been so crazy. Not allowed to blog about it though. Here's what I've been up to at home:

Watching Leon construct an extreme make over on the office, making it into baby's room



Cold chillin' with baby Hull



Hanging with the dogz

I wish


It's not really a beer. It's a ginger ale...but oh, how I wish! Some people say it's okay to have a beer if I want it but I swear every week when I get one of those fetal development emails it says that some crucial brain development is going on. I guess I'm just nervous about messing the kid up. Maybe I'll just wait until Leon's baby brew is brewed and ready to drink, sometime around November 7. And mang, could I use one.