Week 14

So we've gone from produce to a large shrimp and this week...
The nugget is the size of a...
LARGE FIST.

So here's our question--who's fist? Mine? Mr. T? A midget? There's a lot of variation in that comparison. And it's really hard to talk fondly about a "large fist." Baby shrimp and baby grape were much easier.

Things are moving right along. The nausea has passed, and a lovely head/chest cold settled it. But that also is on its way out the door. I'm ready for full energy!

Non-Baby Post: Gunman in Ballwin, MO (he's gone now)

And just when we thought we were all safe and sound in the 63011 (Ballwin for those of you that don't live here).

Today about 5:15pm we got a knock, well, a loud bang on our front door. Turns out it was a police officer with a semi-automatic weapon. Doesn't this happen everyday in your neighborhood? So yeah, back to the story...we tells us to "...get out, there's a man with a gun behind your house...get out and walk up the road, get out." He then proceeds to the corner of our house, shoves himself in our Evergreens, and cocks his gun.

So we grab the Zoester, shoes, and get out. I mean, you don't have to tell us twice.

We were only out about 10-15 minutes until they got the man in custody, but those were some exciting minutes! Ballwin police all over our yard and the sidewalk with their guns. I had a thought, if bullets start flying should we be standing up here on the sidewalk, but the other neighbors seemed to think it was alright, so I stayed put. Still, I would have preferred to be behind a tree or something.

Turns out 'ole crazy behind us (not the rude guy from NY--for those of you that know--but the neighbor next to him) lost his marbles again and for some reason had barricaded himself in his house and was threatening to shoot. He was taken into custody and sent to St. John's hospital. Apparently they take all cases "...where people are threatening to harm others..." to the hospital. So yes, this man could come home soon. Yes, he still has his guns. Comforting. But man, you have to be really some kind of upset to cause all that hoopla.

Thank goodness it didn't develop into anything where bullets were flying and thank goodness we weren't out of our house for very long (dinner was getting cold).

And who thought LA was more dangerous?!

Done with the First Trimester!

We are moving on into the 2nd trimester with our baby lime. The rumor is that you are suppose to start feeling better and have all this energy in the 2nd trimester, but like we said...rumors. I thought I'd turned a corner, but the sickness still looms and this weekend I've been exhausted! So--based on information I heard about baby girls causing more sickness--I'm calling it now. I think it's a girl. Mike Rose, of course, is still holding strong with his thought that it's a boy. Guess we'll just have to wait until September to find out.

We visited the doctor on Friday for our 12 week check-up and all was good. He used this little doppler device (similar to the weather doppler, but he wouldn't be able to predict if it was going to rain...we asked) and we heard the baby's heartbeat. So the nugget is still in there and going strong.

I've been having these weird side pains. Well, apparently they aren't "weird." Just some ligaments moving around and expanding as my uterus grows, but I had this thought: what is it was my appendix and I needed to have it taken out while I was pregnant. The doctor got a good laugh out of this question and said, "Well, that's a new one." Have no fear--it's not my appendix, but if it were we could do the operation and the baby would be fine. Ahh, the things that run through my mind these days.

One more cute story for this week's post. Our little neighbors (the ones who love Zoey and play fetch with her) are very excited for us to have a baby. So much so, that they gave us our first baby gift. A stuffed Pooh bear. It was Jack's and then Donovan's (the little neighbor boys) and they thought out baby would like it. How sweet is that?

11 weeks...Gettin' "Figgy" With It....

I'm a little late in posting this, but week 11 is almost over and our baby is the size of a fig. Apparantly the little fig is hiccuping and all these days. I can't feel anything, but that's what the news says. Can't wait to find out on Wednesday what week 12 will bring for our growing produce department :)

Our Little Fruit Baby

It's funny how the size/growth of our baby is tracked by what size of fruit it matches up to. When we first started doing this tracking it was a blueberry...then a raspberry...then a large grape, and here in week 10 our little babe is the size of a kumquat. Really? Is the kumquat a popular enough fruit to use it as a tracking device? I had to look it up online. The only thing I know about kumquats is that every time my friends and I play the "vegetable game" Becky is a kumquat. News for her, it's a fruit. She's gonna need to get a new "go-to" veggie, or the game will have to be changed to the "vegetable/fruit game" or the "produce" game.

So yeah, here in week 10 things are not getting better. I really thought the sickness would start to taper off, but it's just getting worse! I'm really hoping I'm "text book" and after week 12 this sickness and tiredness will vanish. Cross your fingers!

I will say, the way I've been feeling is much more bearable due to my fabulous hubby--and baby daddy--Mike Rose. He's fantastic. He does anything I ask and is always concerned about me. He's also sure to tell me everyday that I'm beautiful. I'm pretty sure the man chapter from What to Expect When You're Expecting told him to do this, but I also think he'd probably do it anyway. What a guy!