I may be a Mormon

What religion should the baby be raised under/ around? I think when the time is right we will let them follow this simple flowchart.

What would Tony Danza do?

He would have some cupcakes to celebrate 23 weeks of a healthy pregnancy! Since he is the boss (screw you Springsteen), we must abide and indulge in the awesome goodness of St. Cupcake. Pictured are the malt ball and the spice cake with cream cheese frosting (obviously Dani's favorite) and hidden- see the shadow?- is the Fat Elvis: banana bread cake with chocolate frosting. Eating for two is fun, Dani likes it too.

The handyman himself

He even finished up the under-layment tonight. What a Dad!

Coming along

Alex has been hard at work "landscaping" the baby's room. We are going to convert my old dresser into a changing table, and the drawers are seen here with their brand new coats (to match the scenery). The cork flooring that we chose will arrive this week, and next weekend we will finish things up! More photos to come...

In the midnight hour...

Like so many nights before, I woke up last night to the sound of my stomach gnawing on itself. I drowsily wandered into the kitchen in search of something (anything!) to eat, and decided upon pretzel nuggets. In the silence of the midnight hour, the crinkling of the pretzel bag was like fireworks, and if my growling stomach hadn't woken Alex, I thought for sure this sound would. Tonight, to keep both sounds at a minimum, I have prepared an easy to access bedside snack.

Feva?

With the 20 week ultrasound a few weeks behind us, I have begun thinking about how it would be nice to know the sex of the baby just so that I can call it by name. We are still going to wait to find out. In the meantime I will continue to call our baby "Baby" and hope that doesn't stick in the long run, because that is way too Dirty Dancing.

My, how I've grown!

People are starting to notice that I haven't just let myself go. In the past week I've had a few total strangers ask me how far along I am. I am very happy to be at the noticeably pregnant stage, though I feel like I am getting pretty big, and I still have a long way to go! Eek!