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GIRL!!! We just found out today that our little 18-week old baby is a girl 
I’m pretty psyched that we found out on Halloween, now we’ll always remember it…especially since my husband was dressed like a whoopie cushion today and I was a big baby…pretty appropriate.
Now we can show these pictures to her on her 18th birthday and say, “Haley, this is how your parents looked when we found out you were a girl.”
The lovely sarah with her tissue paper bouquet
I love all the anticipation before the wedding; all of the showers and preparations were so much fun. To quote Sarah, “it’s like Christmas!” Of course the preperations were also so much stress when I was going through it not too long ago myself ! I gotta say, I’m glad all the planning is over. After the pre-wedding planning is done, then there’s always the fun of trying to sucker your new husband into helping you with the thank you cards. Mine licked the envelopes and called it a day.
Babby ate well at the party!
Of course, I took the opportunity to attack the buffet table. I can’t count the number of meatballs and crackers with spinach dip that I ate…I couldn’t help it, I’m beginning to take the whole opportunity to truly “eat for two.” Is it healthy to gain 80 pounds? I’ll have to consult my books…
Sarah I’m going to miss you!
I love this laugh!
Recently, while talking to friends, I realized how useless we’ve become as a whole. We have machines to cook our food, make our clothes, and babysit our kids. Today, we have machines that will do EVERYTHING for us besides tie our shoes, and I’m sure that’ll be next on the market. One of the girls I work with grew up in the country, and her family grew and canned all of their food. They also composted, and made some of their own clothes. And no, she’s not Amish.
This made me think about all the things I wish I could do. I don’t know how to can food, hunt, or make quilts, and I’m pretty sure life would end without electricity. With this and the fact that I have a baby on the way, I decided to bravely venture out and try to teach myself something new. I didn’t think our apartment complex would look kindly on me attempting to turn their little groomed patch of land outside our front door into a vegetable garden, so I went for something more attainable: crocheting.
I decided to go with this because I have knitted in the past and so I have somewhat of a foundation. The problem, though, is that for some reason all the scarves I started began looking like pizza slices after awhile, with each row gaining more and more stitches until they became triangles. Maybe someday this will be popular, but until Pizza Scarves become the next hottest thing, I decided to find a reliable training source. So of course, I turned to You Tube. I’ve decided that you can learn anything from You Tube. During my searching, I found that, while there are plenty of old ladies who know nothing about how to drive or how to work an iPod, there are plenty who know how to post an instructional video on crocheting on the internet.
These women are the Dale Earnhardt Jr. of crocheting! The old women were whipping them out in batches of a dozen every 10 minutes, but this will take years of practice. I had to watch the video 4 times until I got the basic stitch down, but after that I was off! I managed to bang out 2 scarves in under a month, and I consider this pretty good. After perfecting my skill, I got creative. I actually decided to put together a baby blanket. For those of you who think this looks easy, IT’S NOT. Good thing I’m stubborn. I was determined to get this thing done before the baby was born, so with 56 5-inch squares go go and LOTS of yarn, I amazingly completed the baby blanket in 3 months. And it actually looks good!! The baby will probably take one look at it, then fall asleep on it. Which I suppose is the point anyways
Finished blanket!
There is something about a pregnant belly that causes people to flock. No, I take that back, it causes women to flock. You never see men walk up to a woman, squeal, then proceed to rub her stomach excitedly and ask, “Oh look at you! You’re just glowing. How far along are you?” That man would immediately get clocked in the face by the woman’s purse. Women, though, have a built in instinct to find pregnant women and immediately begin to rub their stomachs. These women could be your aunt, close friend, or even just someone you ran into at the Wawa while you were picking up a bag of Fritos. They all have to do it, it’s instinct. I don’t blame them, when there’s a pregnant belly, you immediately imagine a cute little fat baby inside and want to touch (when really the kid probably looks like a little 3-inch alien with see-through skin who just finished growing lungs half an hour ago.)
It doesn’t really bother me, but I can see how some women who aren’t particularly touchy people go into hibernation the minute they find out they’re pregnant in order to keep other women from rubbing their “little miracle” every five minutes. “Where’s Anna? I haven’t seen her in about 9 months.” “Oh, she’s over there…with a baby.” I have been reading What to Expect When You’re Expecting, and it suggests that if unwanted belly rubbing happens, you should just look at the other person and smile and rub their stomach right back. I would like to meet the women who have tried this to see if they have black eyes. I’ve accepted the fact that it’s just how it is. Women react the same way to puppies and ripe fruit.
The real goal is that women want to hold the baby. Now. They think that if they continue to rub the stomach, this will cause the baby to grow faster and make his appearance in a week, instead of waiting the full 9 months. Personally, I think the kid has a pretty good situation going on in there and would probably stay in there longer if he could. He gets to float around in a cushy waterbed, eat all day, and gets rubbed every 5 minutes. I think I would do that all day if I could. Who wouldn’t? Except people wouldn’t think that our baby fat is as cute after all those meals.
I’m personally glad that I’m starting to get a little stomach. I finally have proof that there’s someone in there. Before having my first ultrasound, there was really no proof to convince me that I had a baby growing. I was still the same pants size, I hadn’t gained weight, and I had no fits of throwing up or cravings for sour cream and gummy bears. The first time I saw my little baby moving around, it just gave me a sense of awe…and freaked me out a little. It’s just weird to know that there’s someone in there who is constantly moving around and growing body parts, but I can’t feel anything. I guess I wouldn’t really want to feel a leg sprout though, talk about freaky.
I still haven’t gained any weight, but now my new little bump proves that yes, I have been telling the truth about this whole baby thing. Before when I told people that I was pregnant, they just stared at my stomach thinking, “right, I look bigger than that after I eat lunch.” I have to say though, I think I have the good end of the deal so far. I’m four months pregnant, I still do not own a pair of elastic pants, and I have yet to make my husband leave the house at 4 in the morning for my latest craving. And from all the belly rubbing, I know that I have about 153 different people willing to babysit.
I just had to post this because I know I’m excited about fall, but I think I found someone who’s MORE excited.
I’ve known my good friend Rebecca since the 6th grade when she asked to borrow my calculator in math class. That act of offering office supplies sparked a friendship and an amateur newspaper where we made a killing off of $0.25 subscriptions to our little creation full of comics and articles on whatever 6th graders write about.
Now, we’re both married now and live states apart, but we manage to stay in touch pretty well, including updates of Babby McCaff (whose new ultrasound pictures I will have to post soon.) Rebecca recently posted the picture below on my Facebook. I am looking forward to dressing up my child in his/her first Halloween costume, I just didn’t think it would happen this early 
Babby McCaff dressed for Halloween
One of the most exciting days I’ve ever had was my first ultrasound 2 weeks ago. I think every pregnant woman gets giddy about the idea of seeing her little baby for the first time ever, but this day was like Christmas to me.
From the day it was scheduled, I did a countdown from 4 weeks. Each week dragged by until it finally reached that day. Then of course each hour dragged by. Patrick came with me, and I’m pretty sure he will never be allowed into another gynocologist office again. I don’t know what movies he’s been watching, but he had some crazy idea that gynocologist offices are manned by beautiful blondes and that the walls are decorated with pictures and diagrams of vaginas. Of course, he has also never been an actual participant in a visit to the gyno either, so when we were wisked into a dark room that had a mini TV with what looked like a turkey baster attached, he probably thought he was going to be eating a turkey dinner and watching ESPN.
I will spare you with the details, but let’s just say it was no Thanksgiving feast or football game. What we saw was amazing though. Even though I was only 11 weeks at the time, that little 2-inch baby was moving all over the place. By this stage, the baby is almost fully formed. We could see amazing details like the fingers, feet and toes! We saw the heart beating and also got a glimpse of the baby playing with the umbilical cord. To finally see that little person that is living inside of me makes me wonder how some people claim that this baby is not a living person yet.
The technician measured the head, the body, the spine, and gave us a bunch of pictures. My favorite one is of the little guy/girl laying on his/her side with his/her knee up. The baby looks like a little kidney bean. A very adorable, 2-inch kidney bean.
I’m going back next Thursday for another ultrasound, and I can’t wait to see how much the baby has grown!
This Blog is dedicated to the examination and documentation of a new species of being affectionately referred to as Babby McCaff. To our knowledge, there is only one in existence. We will be documenting the life of this creature in it’s beginning stages in the hopes of understanding more just what exactly it is. We promise this won’t be boring, so sit back, relax and enjoy our journey as we uncover the mystery which is Babby McCaff.
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