Not Sure How I Feel About That ...

This week we have a sweet potato. Which is unfortunate since I've pretty much despised sweet potatoes my entire life. Except for the sweet potato chips at Blue Mesa and sweet potato fries (specifically at Village Burger in Dallas). But other than that ... YUCK. And why the ugly picture again?! Though I suppose this is better than the prune. I'll just pretend it's a giant blueberry. That suits me better.

I will remind you every time, he's a baby not a fetus.



And while we're on the subject of ugly pictures, I have a great one for you. One of the websites I have been frequenting is thebump.com. Lucky for us, they now have a "baby morpher" where expectant parents across the country can get a glimpse of what they're precious child will look like. (I love that the example they use at the top of the web page is of Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt. Because THAT'S relatable.) Feast your eyes on the future Baby Massey ...



So I'm diggin' the hair color, but why does he look like he's our age (30, for those of you who aren't keeping track). Do the circles under my eyes look that bad?! From which side of the family did he get those pursed lips?! Is he mad, bored, discontent?! As with the sweet potato picture, I am disappointed ... and also a little creeped-out. We thought this would be fun but we both just want to hurry up and delete the picture. Not before sharing it with you, of course.

The Obligatory Belly Picture - Month Five

This week I begin the fifth month of pregnancy! And I finally have the bump to prove it! I'm thrilled to have some evidence other than the gas and indigestion. I'm loving the baby bump (though it is frustrating to not be able to wear some of my favorite clothes anymore). Small price to pay I suppose. I think the bump totally agrees with me. So far, we're getting along just fine.

Oh Boy, Oh Boy

Had another visit with my super fantastic doctor on Friday. Everything looks good! I've gained 9 pounds so far and now have legitimacy to the tightness of ALL of my clothing. Baby's heartbeat is strong and all the tiny organs are growing and looking good. Amazing watching that little heart beat like crazy. And, well ... it would seem we have ourselves a little boy.

For your viewing pleasure, a series of photos of our little guy. Granted these are not the clearest, most definable images but you get the idea. And it's always good to see him, even if you can't really SEE him.


Leg is on the upper left, head is towards the bottom right.




Unfortunately, this is the best shot we could get of his face. Though really all you can see is his skull. (Only slightly creepy.) You may have to tilt your head sideways for this one.




This is the clearest of them all. And this is actually my favorite. I love how you can see his little bones. That little arm was waving all over the place during the entire ultrasound.




I can't help but feel weird posting this without Baby's permission, but here it is nonetheless ... Baby's boy part. We'll let you figure it out.

I'll Trade You an Orange for an Avocado

This week we have an avocado. I love avocados! (Though an orange seems much larger to me than an avocado.) Regardless, I am undeniably growing larger - no matter what size of fruit Baby is. My "regular" clothes are getting tighter and tighter. During my work days, all I can think of is getting home to my glorious comfy, stretchy pants. It's a better feeling than taking your shoes off at the end of the day or having a shower after yard work. Seriously.

Collin's side of the closet is looking better and better. He's been hanging on to some clothes from his skinny kid college days. This may be the perfect way to reintroduce them to the wardrobe. Hopefully I don't ruin them with all the food I keep managing to spill on myself. Or rip them on all the furniture I keep running into and tripping over. I can't help but wonder, if this is me at five months of pregnancy ... what sort of damage will I inflict at eight months?! Yes, we're "child proofing" the house.

So Much for the Blueberry

This week we have an orange. An orange! That seems SO large to me. I know I still have a long way to go but an orange seems really big, especially when only a few weeks ago we were at the olive stage. No exaggeration, it seems I get bigger by the day ... or by the week, at the least. Just the difference between this week and last week is startling. My clothes are getting tighter. I'm getting that look from people ... is she getting fat, or is that a baby bump? And I have to admit, this amuses me to no end.

I am thankful for the abundant physical changes because it helps encourage our excitement and helps the reality of this sink in. Though I try to fight it (sometimes with a very clenched fist), I know the Lord is gently nudging me towards enthusiasm and joy about Baby Massey.

Just a reminder: it's a baby, not a fetus.


Most of the information I've read thus far states that women can feel the baby move anywhere between 14-26 weeks. Uh, that seems like a very large gap. So basically at some point in your pregnancy, you're going to feel the baby move. Thank you, experts. They also write that women with thinner, smaller frames may feel movement earlier on. It's been described as popcorn popping, gas bubbling, goldfish swimming. Right. Because I know what popcorn popping and swimming goldfish feel like. So gas bubbling it is.

This weekend, at some point in my long hours of sleep, I felt some of those said gas bubbles (which occur with more frequency now than blinking). BUT ... these were different; a little higher up and more like a flutter than a bubble. It's happened about four times this weekend, and all while I was lying down. Could it be that I felt Baby move!?!? This morning I felt a BIG flutter. Call it what you may; fluttering, bubbling, swimming, punching, gurgling ... I felt it. Good morning to you, too, kiddo. Sure, I'll get my lazy rear out of bed and go eat something.

Gain Some, Lose Some

A few short months ago I scored a super cute pair of gray corduroys at Banana Republic. And they were on sale! I cannot tell you how excited I was (and still am) about these pants. I have wanted corduroys for years but never purchased a pair for various reasons. But this pair of corduroys ... well, they were perfect. Great color. Great fit. And I mentioned they were on sale, right? Insanely cheap. I - LOVE - THESE - PANTS.

Fast forward to last week. I had put the treasured corduroys aside for the sweltering summer months in Texas, but decided to pull them back out again because the office is so cold. (Why does everyone in Texas need their air conditioning set to 60!?) The good news? I still love the corduroys. The bad news? I fill them out much better than I did in the spring. Suffice it to say, it was a bit of a tight squeeze. Had you seen me at the office that day, you would have witnessed more than one grimace on my face.

What's that? A "P" next to that size 4? P as in petitite? Not anymore.



But this story has a bright side. Lose one pair of corduroys, gain one pair of capris. These capris were another score at Banana Republic. They have never fit me very well, unlike the treasured corduroys, but I bought them because they were on sale and I convinced myself I could make them fit. Not so much. Until now. They fit PERFECT. And I mean PERFECT.

See you in few months, corduroys. I will miss you so.



Today's side note: I love this picture. I can very easily pretend that's me in the picture. On a vacation. With food. Aaaaahhhh.

Doctors, Peaches, and Trimesters

Ushered in the holiday weekend with another visit to my fabulous doctor on Friday. All my blood work came back great. The doc said all my numbers & levels were perfect. Also, I now know my blood type is AB+. Always good to learn something about yourself. And I have gained a whopping three pounds (though it feels like ten).

Got to take a peak at Baby again. What a change in the past month! It actually looks like a baby now. No more tail! It seems we already have an active little one on our hands ... just wouldn't stay still.



So here we are in the first few days of month four and the second trimester. This is starting to sink in a little more, but still feels very unreal. Weird to hear myself using words like "trimester" in reference to myself. Second trimester. I am four months pregnant. There is a Baby the size of a peach in my womb. I have a womb. Yowza.

Today's side note: It's a baby, not a fetus. Hate that word.

The Obligatory Belly Picture - Month Four

Well, it's only been two weeks since I posted the last photo. Not much change. But I wanted to post these at the beginning of each month. So, in honor of the beginning of month four and the second trimester ...

Blooming Just for Me

Collin bought me flowers and TWO cards. I totally needed the boost and he totally deserves recognition. I never doubt that I have a good husband. But these things certainly do so serve as excellent reminders.

The Obligatory Belly Pictures

Expect these once a month. May not look like much, but it's enough to make the pants a tad snug.

Thankgoodness, We Have a Lime!

I am glad to be moving on to week 12 for a very stupid reason ... I couldn't stand that prune picture. Really? That's the best comparison they could come up with?!

Again, I offer you a visual aid ...



More specifically (though I think that is a rather large lime) ...



We believe life begins at conception; that, as with you and me, God knew this Baby before time began; that this Baby already has a soul; that birth and death and all in-between belong to God and have been written by God. As David wrote in Psalm 139:
13 For you formed my inward parts;
you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you,when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed substance;in your book were written, every one of them,
the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.

All that to say: Collin, from me, your wife who could not love you more, and your little Lime, who will but add to our adventure ... Happy Father's Day.

This is exactly the sort of toy we want our kid to play with ...

Sweet Poison

Over the past year or so it's become blatantly clear to me what a selfish person I am. I never would have previously described myself in such a way ... but things change. Obviously. I'm pregnant. That's change on a massive level.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but I can't help but feel that selfishness, pregnancy, and baby will not go well together. So I have the next couple of months to work on being a little less selfish (I doubt I will EVER be totally rid of it).

Step number one in the non-selfish direction: discontinue the consumption of wine. Not that I was a HUGE consumer of it. But once someone tells you you're not allowed to have something, it's all you want. So the search was on to find something that could somehow, in some meager way, serve as a wine substitute.

As I meandered through the aisles of Target this weekend, I found something that just might do the trick. Oh, Target. You have never failed me! In short, Archer Farms Blood Orange Italian Soda. I can totally pour this stuff into a wine glass and pretend. Sure, wine isn't supposed to be carbonated. Minor detail. It's a new thing the Australians are doing, right?



Side note -- if you haven't previously noticed how hard it can be to find beverages that do not have high fructose corn syrup in them ... trust me. It can be tricky. Until recently, I was unaware that they even put the stuff in crackers. Oh, come on!

Now that's a (expensive) vitamin!

All it takes is something like pregnancy to make a girl want to talk a lot. This blog gives me the opportunity to do so. And I think this will prove an excellent and fun way to keep family & friends up-to-speed on this experience. It'll be just like everyone is here with us. (Maybe.) I'll post about important things, and lots of not so important things. I believe all will be entertaining on some level.

First up ... decor! You gotta know one of the first things my mind rolled to upon this discovery was the baby room. It'll take a concerted effort on my part to NOT go completely crazy buying things. Good thing our budget is so tight! I will have no choice. Having said that, a purchase has already been made. I saw this a while ago but felt weird buying it because I wasn't pregnant. And at the time, I thought we were still ages away from pregnancy. Now that this is really happening, I have the green light.

Here it is, our first baby purchase. It suits me/us on so many levels. We're having it made into a larger print and it'll hang on the room door, front & center. A nice little reminder every time I pass by or enter the room ... no need for panic. No to mention it makes me laugh. A lot. This kid will have a sense of humor whether it wants one or not.

Refresh, Restart, Reboot

So, consider this blog officially re-activated. Much more to come ...

My personal happiness is entirely too dependent upon the weather. I think I have an opposite reaction to clouds than that of most people. Sun = gloom. Clouds = bliss. Aside from one or two days, Denton has been under clouds and rain the past two weeks. And it has been so wonderful. So refreshing. So cozy. Don't get me wrong ... I can enjoy a sunny day, too. But we have so much sun and so much heat in Texas. When it's 65 degrees outside (without humidity), I feel like I struck gold.

After six months of silence, I return to the blog world. I've decided to pick this habit back up again even though no one reads it. Which means I will pretty much be entertaining myself. No one appreciates my witt as much as me anyway so this should work out just fine. And since I lead such an exciting life I predict a bright blog future for myself. I just gotta stick with it. Steady plodding.

I just realized I haven't left my desk in three hours.

OK even if you ARE Paul McCartney and you ARE one of The Beatles, you still should NOT be that guy wearing a t-shirt with your own face on it. Nor should you be doing so while also wearing mom jeans. Are those jeans tapered, too, Paul?