Baby Boy-zelle

My mom called my Grandma Watson to tell her we were having a baby boy. Mom thought it would be funny to tell her we were having a baby boy-zelle. Grandma was horrified that we were naming our child "zelle." Mom repeated herself with more emphasis this time, "No, mom, they're having a BABY BOY-zelle." Anyway, Grandma Watson is still horrified about "Zelle" and we've officially dubbed our son "Baby Boy-zelle" in honor of my mother's failed joke.

It's a...

BOY!
According to the ultrasound technician "that little part right there is his little boy part." Jon and I are thrilled to have a little boy to begin our collection. Jon's already planning all the soccer outings and he and my sister, Jessica, are in a full fledged soccer v. volleyball debate.

The u/s lady told us our baby weighs 14 ounces right now and he's developing perfectly normally. All the major parts are there. We got to look at his brain and organs as well as his bones. He had his leg fully extended up past his head in a broadway worthy high kick during the u/s. Now that the hullaballoo of Christmas is over, we can actually scan our u/s pics and hopefully post them sometime soon! Stay tuned...

Christmas Decorations

While we are headed to Carston for Christmas, we decided to enjoy the season and decorate our apartment this year. Kudos to Steph for doing some great work.

Steph made this great board at a Relief Society activity. I added the nails.

This is our Nativity scene. Every year Steph gets some additional pieces from her Grandma Watson.

This was all Steph's genius.

And, the all important tree.

Baby Boizelle

So a quick update on Baby Boizelle. It seems to be growing well (as evidenced by Steph's increasing roundness). It also seems to be an active little bgirl. Last night the baby was rolling around a ton. I was even able to feel it! It also seems to follow in paternal footsteps and has a good kick. I'll have to get it a soccer ball for its first birthday to ensure it has good athletic taste.

The bgirl status will be dropped on Tuesday when we go in for the gender ultrasound. At least, we hope for a good enough picture. I might let modesty slide just this once. Anyway, we'll be sure to post and let anyone who reads know.

Por Fin!

For those of you who don't speak Spanish, por fin means at last. Steph finally has her permanent residency! After 19 months, it is finished. At least for two more years.....

On Thursday, we went up to Spokane for Steph's interview. It went well and turned out to be no big deal. Steph had been having nightmares of a dark room with the single light bulb and an interrogator. Instead, we had a really nice guy ask us some standard questions. I guess it was a pretty convincing case that we really were a married couple. The ultrasound picture definitely helped.

Now that Steph has residency, we are totally clear to head to Canada for Christmas! That is, providing the weather cooperates. She is really excited to head home. I am also looking forward to Christmas with the Quintons.

20 weeks!!

Today is my 20 week mark. Looking back, 20 weeks didn't take very long. The time seemed to fly past. We had our ups and downs, of course. Being sick--definitely a down. Possible miscarriage--downer. Feeling baby kick for the first time--wonderful. Having Jon feel baby kick for the first time--definitely a highlight. It's strange to feel baby move inside me. Sometimes when I shift my weight one way, baby shifts the other way and I rather feel like I'm leaving my stomach behind. And I now understand Lauren's comments about Eric's poking and Morgan's kicking. Being kicked all the time is not all that pleasant. Baby kicked me hard in the bladder yesterday and I actually had to go to the bathroom! It's getting strong!

Looking back at the first 20 weeks was great! Looking forward at the next 20 is a bit uncertain. I know I'll start looking like a whale and experiencing all the other fun problems that come along with whale status (like not being able to bend over to tie my shoes), but I also have a gender discovery to look forward to, as well as the baby itself! Not to mention that I'll soon be able to start shopping for baby stuff. On the whole, I'm content with my pregnancy and looking forward to another 20 weeks with my unknown midget. (I'll check back with you again in ten weeks and we'll see if I'm still happy! lol)

Who woulda thunk!

I forgot to mention in the last post that I'm in fairly major trouble with my ob doctors because I haven't gained a single pound yet. Sheesh. You'd think four months of yummies + a baby would have equaled at least half a pound. Heck, baby probably equals half a pound by now. This wouldn't be so disconcerting if I hadn't tried all last month to gain some pounds only to find out last week that the scale hasn't budged. My doctor threatened to interfere with my diet if I don't gain some major poundage by next month. So, for the last week I've been overeating everything on my plate. It's disgusting. I'm so stuffed all the time I can't even remember what hungry feels like. I only have three weeks to gain at least 5 or more pounds. Had someone told me a year ago I'd be having this problem, I would have laughed out loud...

On the other hand...it's nice to have an official order to eat as much as I want, whenever I want! Don't worry, I'm not bulking up on Doritos. If my parents are reading this, Dad is probably thinking how much he hates Dorito breath and mom is probably making a mental note to remind me that what goes on, must come off! lol This is becoming a medical emergency, mom! I have to eat! :P