Whoa, getting bigger.

5-8 more weeks to go, and still enjoying every little movement.



I didn’t mean to make this an all-baby blog, but I guess that’s what it’s become through neglect. Hopefully I’ll be a better parent than blogger.

And I don’t have anything interesting to add at the moment. Our baby is doing great, has a name all settled and is still safely inside the womb and super-easy to take care of for hopefully a couple more months. No crying, no pooping or peeing, no special feedings…all those things are done inside me while I’m doing my own eating and sleeping routine. This pregnancy stuff is easy-peasy.

::thunder rolls as the Fates look around::

I might look into making my blog private and accessed by password–probably easy for anyone to hack if they were so inclined, but enough to keep off the looki-loos? I have no idea, but I do know that if I actually start up the blogging thing again there will be a lot of bits I’d only like to share with certain people and that will be made easier by blogging, but that I won’t want the whole world to know about.

The knitting/spinning/sewing would probably stay public. I really don’t know, I probably flatter myself that anyone would care, especially as I’ve been careful to not attach this blog to anything–except in a couple of comments on a couple of blogs, which is enough to go on, really. Sigh, I just sound paranoid, but then again, Facebook and the controversies that kick up have really made us think more about the data we give away so freely and how easily that can be linked up in ways we never intended and certainly don’t want.

Or maybe we’ll stick to annoying people with letters with pictures inside, or stick to actual print journals. While I love the ease and connectivity of blogging, I do actually wish I had the print versions of all my old blogging to hold in my hands. It’s more fun to read that way. Instead, we have hard drives full of photos, and shoeboxes full of older photos…

I’m really not sure what my point was.


I didn’t intend for this blog to be all fetus all the time, but I guess that’s how it’s turning out at the moment.

We had our NT scan on Tuesday.  And we were so relieved by the results!  Once you’ve seen a lifeless embryo (at 9 weeks, some sources said she was a fetus, others still said embryo) at your first hopeful ultrasound appointment, the image and fear can be hard to shake, even when you know what happened was just a random bad chance.  So this time around, when we saw our little guy hopping and bopping and apparently hiccuping up a storm, we cried a bit in happy relief.  He looks awesome.  And yes, the fetus is apparently a “he.”  You usually can’t tell so early, but it looked pretty darn distinctive in the scan!

Although, based on the info here, it could still be a grand mystery, so we shall see at 18 weeks whatever we shall see.

I have a ton of stills I grabbed from the video, but I won’t post them all here.  Suffice to say, our felicitous fetus has all the requisite parts in good proper order.  This pic might be my favorite, he’s rolling over to moon us.

What the hell is wrong with me?

When I read this post about “brown fat” or “baby fat” I start craving butter, like onions and tenderised blade steak sauteed in a whole stick’s worth of browned butter.

Insert copyright protected Homer Simpson drooling image here.

Mmmm…browned butter, babies and blade steak…

Spring Cleaning

Or avoidance thereof.  New blog, new name, new template, we’ll see how this works out.

On the one hand, I’d like a place to just blargh.  On the other, what’s the point of writing for nobody but yourself, sharing without intent to actually share with anyone?   I miss just saying whatever.  But I think I’ve been biting my tongue for so long, I’m not sure what’s left, if I’ve trained myself so well in “better not” that I’ve got nothing interesting to say at all.  Sigh.  Sounds very seventies woman writer-ish. Meh.