Sunday, December 16, 2012

3 Month Baby Bump

This is my 3 month bump. At first we didn't think there was one, but after comparing them to the other two, if nothing else...I'm thickening.


The last post was a picture of you from the inside, and here’s the most recent picture of you from the outside. Still not a lot of progress on the bump front. The only thing you see here is a burger bump, as your dad and I had just eaten some hamburgers about 15 minutes before this picture was taken.

Your dad is very, very eager for me to start showing. Yesterday we did some shopping and snooped around a maternity store just to see what there was. There was another couple who was shopping in there, and we overheard her tell the sales associate that she was 9 weeks along and already growing out of her clothes. Your dad looked at me accusatorily like I was intentionally concealing you from him.

I assume you’ll start to make more of an outward appearance at your 4 month photo shoot. Personally I’m not quite as eager to grow out of my clothes as your father apparently is, but it will be nice to feel more connected to you physically.

And now, a message from your dad:

Your mom is hogging you.  I haven’t had a chance to hang out with you…just you and me yet.  I’ve asked your mom to at least grow a baby bump so that I can know where you’re at, but she only grows burrito bumps and cheese bumps.  I just want you to know that I’m doing anything I can to keep you safe and grow you good.  I make your mom eat green smoothies every morning that I make for you (her).  I scramble you (her) an egg every morning.  I’ve forbidden her to drink energy drinks and I’ve been unwilling to allow her to engage in her recent ‘unpasteurized cheese-martinis’ cravings.  So far though, I’ve been really proud of you.  You’ve been really good to your mom.  I think that you may be pretty easy going and laid back, so you’re going to fit right in.  You’re pretty awesome.
 
Love,
Dad

Hi, this is your mom again. Your dad only makes green smoothies and eggs about three times a week.


12 Week Ultrasound

 This is you laying down, trying to suck your thumb. You are so talented...just try not to do that when you go to kindergarten.
 
 Not the greatest picture--but if you look closely enough you can see a little leg and foot in the top left corner. It's too early to tell whether you've inherited my cankles, but it doesn't look good so far.
 
This is you stretching out your legs as far as they can go.


On Monday we took you to your second ultrasound appointment. Medically, this was an appointment for us to check you out for certain birth defects, but mostly your dad and I just wanted a chance to see your little growing body again. You did great. You seemed to be eager to show us what you’ve been up to these last few weeks. Mostly you’ve done a lot of growing, and you’ve learned a couple of tricks. You are able to almost suck your thumb, and you can do barrel rolls almost on command. I imagine that you probably teach yourself these things during those long afternoons while we’re at work and I’m just sitting at my desk for hours. It probably gets pretty boring in there…

The only thing you aren’t able to do is follow instructions very well, as the ultrasound tech really needed you to turn over onto your back so she could check you out, but you were more interested in looking directly at the camera and checking us out.  

You did ultimately decide to cooperate, and so far everything looks great. It looks like you are perfectly capable of growing yourself up quite nicely.

It’s surreal for me to watch you toss and turn on the monitor—knowing that you’re doing that inside of me, but not being able to actually feel any of it. And I’m not sure what I like doing more…watching you on the screen, or watching your dad watch you on the screen. Dad loves these ultrasounds. It’s the only time he gets to see you and feel like he’s a part of you. Of course he thinks you are particularly advanced for your age. We are both pretty sure that the ultrasound tech thinks you are the cutest and smartest 12 week old fetus that she’s ever seen, but I think it would break some hospital rules for her to tell us that. But we know.

Unfortunately I don’t think that we will get to see you again until your 20 week appointment in late January. That’s when we’ll learn whether you are a he or a she, and most importantly, we’ll hopefully learn that you are still on track to join our family healthy and happy in late June 2013.

Monday, December 3, 2012

11 Weeks and a Talk About Heritage

Right now you are 11 weeks along, and are the size of a walnut, or a fig, depending on who you ask. You continue to be incredibly low maintenance which I am so grateful for. While morning sickness continues to be a non-issue, you are a little persnickety when it comes to food preferences. Last week all I wanted was a turkey sandwich, but this week the thought of meat is pretty unappealing. A couple of weeks ago peppers were off my list forever, but these last couple of weeks I’ve been inhaling salsa faster than I usually do—which is remarkable. The only consistency is that salty things remain high on my list of priorities, whereas sweet things like candy are less important (of course, as I type these very words I have a piece of candy in my mouth).
I am currently taking bets for determining when you’ll be born, what your gender is, etc. I will post them once the results are in for record keeping sake. But for now, your aunt Shay thinks you’re a girl. She directed us to a Chinese Gender Chart, which remarkably has been accurate for all four of your cousins so far. According to the chart, if we calculate it by your estimated conception date, you are a boy. But if we calculate it by your estimated due date, you are a girl. So if nothing else, at least we know you’ll either be a girl or a boy. Your Great Grandpa Allen thinks you are a boy, given that men out number women significantly on the Allen side of things.
Duchess Kate announced today that she is pregnant as well. I don’t know how far along she is, but regardless she’s kind of stolen my thunder. My guess is that you’ll be born within weeks of her royal heir. The reason I bring this up is because now would be a good time to let you know that you are technically an heir to the throne too—just an illegitimate one. You are a descendant of King George III, but unfortunately for you (and me) we descend from the wrong line. Over the course of your life you will learn that there are ample places in our genealogy where we were SO CLOSE to vast wealth and/or royalty, but just missed the boat by a nose hair. You will hear these stories a lot as you grow up, because I lament about them loudly all the time.
As you continuously double in size over the next 28 weeks or so, and your DNA strands continue to connect and your inherited traits slowly begin to unfold and reveal themselves, there are some things to think about regarding where all of this data is coming from.
One, is that you are extremely American. You have ancestors that came over from England on the Mayflower (you’ll learn what the Mayflower is later on), which means that our people were the first Europeans to settle this country hundreds and hundreds of years ago. One interesting note is that while your family is spread out from Coast-to-Coast and even across the world right now, many of your relatives settled Carver, Massachusetts--a town your Idahoan mother visits frequently for work.
Anyway, you’re last name is Irish. There is some confusion as to whether you actually have much in the way of Irish roots from your father’s side however, as the first McNally in our family was apparently adopted and people are unsure whether he actually came from Ireland, Scotland, or somewhere else. You have a lot of English in you, a lot of German, some Dutch, and even some Transylvanian. You have a strong Mormon lineage. In fact, some of your ancestors traveled for years across the plains in handcarts to flee from religious persecution back in the 1800’s. One of your more notable ancestors moved from Maine to Kansas in the wake of the Civil War, and allowed the Underground Railroad to run beneath his home for years.
If you are anything like me, you might find your ancestry to be less than thrilling one day. After all, our families are pretty much just an amalgamation of American, English and German with a few others mixed in. But this summer your dad and I had the opportunity to visit both England and Germany and for the first time I realized just how stunning it is to derive so heavily from these countries. One day I will take you there too so you can discover this for yourself.
When you’re in school and you start to learn about medieval Europe, keep in mind that those are your ancestors—the ones with the swords and the braids and the Renaissance fairs and the castles. And when you start to learn about the first Thanksgiving and the puritans, remember that those are your people too. When you learn about the Native Americans, keep in mind that you have Native American ancestry on both Grandpa Paul’s line and Nana’s line. Remember that in this country, your ancestors settled the East, the Mid-west, and eventually the West. You have ancestors that fought in the Revolution, the Civil War, the World Wars, the Iraq/Afghanistan wars, and probably even more. You have ancestors that were cowboys and sheep herders and farmers and artists and musicians and settlers and soldiers and scientists. And most significantly, always remember that one of your ancestors was a Count in Transylvania—which might make you part vampire. Time will only tell on that one. 
It is so wonderful to imagine all of these traits pouring into your walnut-sized self as we speak (the vampire thing makes me a little nervous, but hopefully if you are part vampire you’ll be one of the good ones, like Edward in Twilight). So often people think about what color their baby’s eyes will be or how much hair it will have or how tall it will grow. But to me it’s more fun to think about how all of these familial influences will impact your mind and your personality and your potential in life. You have a vast pool of resources to draw upon, so my only hope for you is that you’ll make your mark on our family tree one day, much like so many of your ancestors already have.