Baby Jobin update!

We just got home from a very good 28-week scan. I could not be happier to report that everything looks great. There were a few things that have popped up along the way that the doctors were a little concerned about and wanted to keep an eye on, and all of those things seem to have gone away and the doctor thinks everything looks good.

Highlights from today's appointment:

• Baby J is cute! we got to see a really good shot of his face, before he promptly began to hide it with both hands. We think he has his dad's nose.
• Unfortunately for mama, he also has his dad's head. the exact words were "wow, this baby has a really big head!"
• Unfortunately for baby, he also appears to have his dad's ARF (angry resting face). of course, that could have something to do with him being annoyed at us and trying to hide.
  
• He has 10 little fingers and 10 little toes, which was so sweet to see.
  
• He's measuring in the 80th percentile (again, bad news for mama). He's just 2 ounces shy of 3 pounds. And the way I'm eating, someone is about to go through a growth spurt. It better be him and not me.
  

In other news, happy birthday to the woman who birthed me! My mom is 50 and fabulous today.

Ode to a wonderful husband

I actually considered writing an ode to my husband. That lasted about 5 minutes and then I realized that I realistically have zero time to devote to iambic rhyming (if that's even how you write an ode; all I remember is something about 10 line stanzas).

So I'll stick to regular prose. My husband is great. I don't know how I could make it through this pregnancy without him. He is amazingly supportive and helpful and a darn hard worker. In general, this time of year is pretty insane for me and Seth has been more than supportive of my crazy hours and the stress I try not to bring home. This weekend we had to pack up the most of our house in preparation for our new carpet. "We" did none of that, as I ended up being pretty sick all weekend and I can only lift 10 pounds as it is. He did not once complain (except to tell me that I have too much junk and compare me to my mother).

I love that guy. And it's ridiculous how much the dog loves him. I can't wait to see this little baby with his daddy, because I know he will love that guy too.

What's in a name?

We have spent hours upon hours trying to pick a name for this kid. Boys names are just so much tougher than girls names for us. I think we've narrowed down the list. I do, however, reserve the right to completely scrap these and start over (and it's happened before).

And now, we're taking our top choices to the masses to further complicate our decision!

Kiss me I'm (admittedly very diluted) Irish!

I really have no right to claim any Irish heritage, but there are McCoys in my lineage and my sister has a cute Irish look to her (freckles, faint reddish tint to her hair, I just got the less-endearing Irish ears).

Nonetheless, I love this holiday. Last year I was in Boston for St. Patrick's Day weekend. That, my friends, was an experience! I froze my dunkin donuts off watching the Southie parade with my mom (of course, who else would embrace the craziness with me?). I drank baileys served by the cutest irish bartender. We ate authentic Irish food at Irish pubs.

This year, I am boring. No baileys, no parades, no brashers. Today, I am just a boring pregnant lady. I hope our kids will someday love this holiday too, though the chances of them looking anything resembling Irish (or me) are quite slim. My gut tells me they will be little clones of Seth and maybe we'll learn about some Polish or Lebanese holidays.

Enjoy the day! I hope you're wearing green and maybe enjoying some Irish soda bread or a guiness, depending on how you roll. And if you ever can make it to Boston on St. Patrick's day, I highly recommend it.

Some pics from last year:


Boston PD:
Mi mama y yo, freezing (with Froganna, long story):

Froganna enjoying some Baileys: