Look!!!!

Why do I feel the need to show off a picture of my son's penis to anyone who will look at it. I show them the penis picture before I even show them a picture of his face. I pray that the need to do that will go away once he gets here. Otherwise I will be finding myself in some uncomfortable situations.

IT'S A BOY!!!!!!

Holy cow was I ever so wrong! Never once did I even think about the possibility that there was a little boy growing inside my belly. Not that I didn't want a boy...I honestly didn't care what it was. I just had an overwhelming feeling that I was having a girl. I even remember telling Tom before we went into the sonogram that he needed to be prepared for her to tell us we were having a girl. I was so sure....I've been calling this poor little boy a "she" for the last 5 months. Maybe that is why he decided to show us his "manhood" within the first 5 seconds of the sonogram. He seemed to be very proud of it.

His bits and pieces!

His profile - with his little mouth open!

I have the ability to pick things up with my feet and I also use my feet as a weapon to pinch the crap out of Tommy when I find myself defenseless in a wrestling match. The sonogram showed us a picture of the baby's foot and the doctor said "there's a nice gap between his first and second toe....who's feet does he have". Tom said "oh, no....that's Melissa's monkey foot". Be prepared Tommy...once I teach little Thomas how to use his foot as a weapon, you are going down!!! :-)

It's hard to explain the feeling that comes along with finding out the sex of your unborn baby. It ranks right up there with finding out we were pregnant. Two very different feelings of excitement, but both feelings are so amazing. I can't even begin to imagine all the amazing feelings we have in our near future with our beautiful baby boy. Thomas Michael Tod!

A Glimpse Into Our Future Family

Dave and Busters has a photo machine called "The Gene Machine". It takes a photo of you, and a photo of your spouse and prints out a photo of what your children might look like. The boy, to me, looks pretty cute (but of course I'm a little bias because I'm his mother)....but the little girl, for some reason, looks a little like a monkey. Maybe it's the strange hair do. I think if we fixed her hair a little, she'd be perfect.

4:00 today is our appointment for our sonogram. After that, I will hopefully not have to refer to my baby as an "it" anymore. I'll let you all know the news tomorrow!!!

Shout Out

I want to do a quick "shout out" to my wonderful husband! Congratulations on your awesome year end review. I am, and always will be, so proud of you and all of your accomplishments. You work your ass off to help provide for our little family and you deserve all the wonderful things you've got coming to you! This year started out a little rough while we were still trying to get pregnant, but we are ending this year with more than I've ever asked for. I love you...and Happy Birthday baby!!!!!!

My Very First Maternity Shirt

I bought my first maternity shirt last night, and guess how much it cost..... only $3.60. I've been having a hard time finding maternity shirts that fit me, so finding this little gem made my day. It actually makes me look like I'm pregnant instead of looking like I have a pot belly.

The Terrible Sound of Music

You know that “glow” I blogged about??? Well, it’s gone. This morning on the way to work was a completely different situation. It snowed last night, and it snowed pretty good. The side roads are still a little icy, but the main highways were perfectly fine. But you wouldn’t know that by the way these idiots were driving this morning. It took me a little over an hour to get to work. My glow was gone, my smile was gone, and my baby heard lots of “flipping idiot” and “a-hole” (obviously this is the censored version of what was really said).

So, in order to calm myself down, I put in a little Norah Jones. I love to listen to Norah. Her voice and her music is very soothing and relaxing. I thought my baby might need a little relaxation since our morning was not off to a good start. Now…I can’t help but sing along with my good friend Norah, and in my head, I sound just like her. But in my belly, I have a feeling Norah and I don’t sound quite the same. I’ve always had what is called “A Mrozowicz Voice”. (Polish translation – not a very good voice). I’m guessing the sound of my voice is probably the loudest sound the baby hears. It could probably hear Norah faintly if I would shut my mouth and let Norah sing, but I don’t. So my poor baby has a terrible idea of what music and singing really sounds like. Maybe I should just stick to telling the baby stories and talking to it. If I stop singing now, the baby might have a fighting chance to have some sort of musical talent. Tommy, this means you are also not allowed to sing near my belly. The combination of our terrible singing is bound to scar this child for life.

The Glow

I was told the other day that I have that “glow” you get when you are pregnant. Granted, the people who told me this are 2 of my very good friends (Kim and Traci) and I think they just say things like that cause that is what friends do. But whether I have that glow or not, I definitely feel that glow. On my way into work the other day, I was sitting in traffic, my radio was off and it was silent in my car. I happen to look over at the car next to me and all of a sudden I noticed I was smiling at him. But really, I wasn’t smiling at him personally….I was just sitting in my car, all alone in silence, and I was smiling. It sounds a little weird and I’m sure the guy next to me thought it was a little weird too…but it felt nice when I realized that I was stuck in traffic but I was completely happy. That same day is when Kim and Traci told me I had “the glow”. I wasn’t going to argue with them cause I knew exactly what they were talking about.

Busta Move Baby

I got to feel my baby move this week! What an amazing feeling. It was just the tiniest little tickle from inside. I've possibly felt it move before this week, but at that time I wasn't sure if it was the baby or just some little gas bubbles. But this week I can for sure say it was the baby. And ever since I felt it move, I've been able to feel it about once a day. I look forward to that moment each day.

Tom heard that if you shine a light onto my belly the baby will move away from the light and I could maybe feel it move. We've done this a time or two and I've felt nothing. After we had done this a couple of times, I got to thinking...if the baby is moving away from the light, that would mean it is afraid of the light. So, here we are, scaring the shit out of our baby for our own entertainment purposes. Now Tom is afraid we've scarred it for life and the baby is going to have some sort of twitch each time someone turns on a light. Parenting skills may not be off to the best start! :-)

I better quit blogging now...I've got a busy day ahead of me.....growing little toes and kidneys and stuff. It's an exhausting job, but someones gotta do it.

Immature

Me and Kim were talking, and wondering if we are immature as mothers, or if our mothers were also immature, but hid it from us kids. As we compare ourselves to our mothers, we wonder if they ever did the same child-like things we do, like:

Laugh anytime anyone says the word "balls" (just typing that makes me giggle)
Drink Kool-aid all the time
Honk the horn and wave at random strangers just for a laugh
Sing loudly with their girlfriends in the car
Do stupid dances on the dance floor like "the shopping cart", "the sprinkler", "the running man", "the cabbage patch"...
Eat cereal for dinner

I could never imagine my mother doing any of these things...but maybe she was just a good mother and tried to keep her immaturities to herself. Does that mean that I should too?

I Get Knocked Down But I Get Up Again

Ok....so no one really knocked me down. It's more like I fell down...yet again. I am a VERY clumsy person as most of you already know. Pretty much on a monthly basis, I find myself with brusied knees or scrapped elbows. Since I've been preggo, I've already fallen down twice. Once was down my stairs at my house (but don't worry, I've fallen down these stairs so many times, I actually know how to do it without hurting myself). The other time was this past weekend in the Hy-Vee parking lot. It was raining so I was somewhat running to my car when all of a sudden I found myself sitting down on the wet pavement with a throbbing knee and foot. I have no idea if anyone saw me. Just another day in the life of Melissa. Tom wants me to start wearing a helmet.

And unfortunatley my gracefulness has been passed on to my adorable 3 year old niece. She stayed with us a few weekends ago and I know she fell down at least 10 times during her visit. One minute she is sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast, and the next thing you hear is "thump" and she is on the floor. She never once cried...she just gets back up and says "I'mmmmmm oooooookkkkkk" in her cute little 3 year old voice and goes about her business. Poor thing!