Jett Aaron Strange
10/6/13
Saturday, October 12, 2013
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Let There Be No Doubt...
This baby is a Strange One!
Isn't that a terrifying picture?? Those big eyes, the gaping mouth, tiny hands against a tiny face in abject disbelief? It's too much!
Honestly, I think creepy ultrasound pictures are the best. We've come a long way from a pseudo-recognizable baby shape in a big black cave to this little one starting to look a little cramped in there.
We had our anatomy ultrasound last week and got to see all the various baby parts. All the heart chambers, both brain hemispheres, even a little tummy full of fluid!
The technician sweetly and calmly reassured me that his heart was in his chest and his brain was in his skull. Whew.
You may have noticed that some things have changed at the blog because we also found out we're having a BOY!
Crazy exciting! I have pictures of tiny baby junk to prove it but trust me, its a boy!
I really thought finding out the gender would make it more real for me, but its just more surreal now! I'm not a boy and yet I made a boy. There's a boy in my belly. A BOY!!! Its freaky.
And to top it all off we are just 2 weeks away from moving across the country! No nesting for this mama yet, it's all anti-nesting with throwing stuff away and putting stuff in boxes. But it'll be worth it. Things are all falling into place.
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| Horror Show |
Honestly, I think creepy ultrasound pictures are the best. We've come a long way from a pseudo-recognizable baby shape in a big black cave to this little one starting to look a little cramped in there.
We had our anatomy ultrasound last week and got to see all the various baby parts. All the heart chambers, both brain hemispheres, even a little tummy full of fluid!
The technician sweetly and calmly reassured me that his heart was in his chest and his brain was in his skull. Whew.
You may have noticed that some things have changed at the blog because we also found out we're having a BOY!
Crazy exciting! I have pictures of tiny baby junk to prove it but trust me, its a boy!
I really thought finding out the gender would make it more real for me, but its just more surreal now! I'm not a boy and yet I made a boy. There's a boy in my belly. A BOY!!! Its freaky.
And to top it all off we are just 2 weeks away from moving across the country! No nesting for this mama yet, it's all anti-nesting with throwing stuff away and putting stuff in boxes. But it'll be worth it. Things are all falling into place.
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Dreaming My Sanity Away
I heard rumor of the crazy pregnancy dreams, but boy howdy have these dreams been doozies.
I don't know what my brain is trying to work out with shit like this:
I am on an ancient Norse island in the middle of a foggy bog. I am travelling as the only woman with a band a huge viking hunters. It's not weird. We are on a little island and they tell me this is the only area that doesn't have werewolves. Okay. But we are going over there, to the mainland where there are werewolves. Why? Because we are vikings and that's what we do.
So off we go to hunt a white wolf that is being controlled by the werewolves. I try to take a shot with my bow and arrow but suck and almost hit one of our hunting wolves. At this point they ask me to stop trying. We get the white wolf. We are sitting down to have some wolf jerky and then there It is.
A 10 foot tall beast with horns and glowing red eyes that screams like the monster from Lost comes bearing down clearly after me. So I scramble away, around the fence next to the plastic garbage cans to hide behind the big red Coca-Cola vending machine where I crouch and wait to hear the beast scream again. It doesn't. I wake up.
I don't know.
And even when I'm like dozing, I will have these really vivid day-dreams. But its always stupid stuff. I should start visualizing having a pain-free delivery instead of dreaming about being at work hours before I get there.
I don't know what my brain is trying to work out with shit like this:
I am on an ancient Norse island in the middle of a foggy bog. I am travelling as the only woman with a band a huge viking hunters. It's not weird. We are on a little island and they tell me this is the only area that doesn't have werewolves. Okay. But we are going over there, to the mainland where there are werewolves. Why? Because we are vikings and that's what we do.
So off we go to hunt a white wolf that is being controlled by the werewolves. I try to take a shot with my bow and arrow but suck and almost hit one of our hunting wolves. At this point they ask me to stop trying. We get the white wolf. We are sitting down to have some wolf jerky and then there It is.
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| Sort of but not really. |
I don't know.
And even when I'm like dozing, I will have these really vivid day-dreams. But its always stupid stuff. I should start visualizing having a pain-free delivery instead of dreaming about being at work hours before I get there.
Tracking Pregnancy
They have all of these awesome pregnancy trackers and apps for your phones and SCORES of websites to tell you all about what's going on with your little proto-human while it siphons your will to live as it grows.
There are even fun 2nd trimester counters that are just adorable and apparently useful! Like a Kick Counter! Awwww.
There's 3rd trimester counters too for contractions! Neato!
What is lacking is are 1st trimester counters. They could make really useful ones like Dry Heave Counter or Times You've Peed Today Counters or The Cat Made Me Howl In Pain Trying To Make Biscuits On My Boob Counters.
Seriously. Where's the 1st trimester love?!
There are even fun 2nd trimester counters that are just adorable and apparently useful! Like a Kick Counter! Awwww.
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| Ow, baby! |
There's 3rd trimester counters too for contractions! Neato!
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| Russian babies are precious! |
Seriously. Where's the 1st trimester love?!
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Friday, March 29, 2013
Eat Your Chex Mix, BABY.
I just got an invitation to attend an ultrasound.
What kind of drinks do you bring to an ultrasound?
What kind of drinks do you bring to an ultrasound?
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| Drink your dry martini, BABY. |
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