Thursday, November 15, 2007

The Fat Lady Vent...

Pregnancy isn't all flowers and bubbles. I'm constantly irritated, constantly hungry, constantly antsy to find the nearest bathroom, and constantly trying to find time to sleep. Am and I have finally seen the first trimester chaos in action... from waking up 4 times in the middle of the night to eat, pee, and hover over the toilet to crying for no apparent reason and making rude/smart remarks back without being able to hold my tongue... or even wanting to. The only thing that keeps me from crying when I attempt to zip up my pants in the morning (only to be held together with a rubber band) is the thought that maybe... just maybe... the lovely lil slug growing will appreciate all my effort one day. Maybe lil slug will love me and turn out just the way we planned. We all know that doesn't always happen, but here's to the bright side of my irritated side! To the future! Cheers!

Sunday, November 11, 2007

8 Weeks!

For those of you who would like to be updated on how lil slug is doing, I have decided to give a weekly update thanks to 3D Pregnancy.com. I am due June 21st, so I am now 8 weeks (and 2 days) pregnant. Here is slug's growth for the week...


"By now your baby is approximately three-quarters of an inch (2 centimeters) long and weighs about a gram. He keeps on developing at a rapid speed: the beginnings of a skeleton are being created, with cartilage prior to the actual formation of bones. The little heart has started beating at about 60 times a minute, the stomach produces gastric juices, the liver makes blood cells and the brain starts working. Now the resemblance to a tadpole is quite clear, because webbed fingers and toes appear on the hands and feet! In the meantime, your little bean is growing pretty fast: less than two weeks ago he was the size of a grain of rice, now he's as big as your thumbnail."

Keep praying that everything will go as smoothly as it has so far!

Love you all!

Jes, Am, & Slug

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

p.s.

I'm gonna be a daddy.

I aint got no crystal ball

The 90’s have been a lot on my mind lately. What a romantic period—a period of individualistic, self-consuming, imaginative poets and prophets. A revolution of generation Xers too depressed to walk outside their doors and pick up the paper and scan the news headlines about people whose lives veered even more tragic. These middle children of history had only the voices in their heads to keep them company. They were the bringers of rain—the lithium dazed but emotive storytellers and songwriters of our time. And their songs sliced our hearts with splintering lyrics and choking throats. They were destined to die young and alone, like predecessors Poe, Shelley and Keats. And like Blake they refused to become enslaved by societal standards (instead enslaving themselves). Years from now, when our grandchildren ask about the music of the “old days,” we will (in proper cliché) wonder what they must be learning in school if not the classics. Perhaps the teachers have forgotten our romantic heritage, abandoning their dusty albums next to dusty books of poetry.

Not me.

I still remember the metaphors. The vampire worlds, the bulls on parade, the cancer turning black. I recall the smell of teen spirit and the effects of glycerine. I’ve seen champagne supernovas and people drawing blood under the bridge. I’ve walked through a forest of fake plastic trees.

Monday, November 5, 2007

You Guessed It!

The recently added ticker is for the baby that's growing in my lil (and by lil I mean ginormous already) belly. We're unbelievably excited and feel blessed to have followed inspiration! Pray for us and for our lil slug! Love you all!

Jes, Am, and slug