Hello, blogophiles. Alexander has been growing in cuteness, weight, and neediness. He’s now 12 lbs 4 oz (that’s 95th percentile – yeehaw!) and he has decided that his happiness depends upon being held upright. If he isn’t upright, he is very sad. Yes, it is an odd thing to pin all your emotions on, and we tried to explain that to him… but his wails are so convincing that I am beginning to re-evaluate my own posture for optimal comfort. He may be onto something. Being upright is pretty sweet.
Anyway, I’m saying this to explain the lack of entries lately. We are doing everything we can to keep the baby happy and I should be getting some really killer biceps soon. I may start referring to my arms as my ‘guns’.
Alexander still giving us the greatest gummy smiles, and fighting sleep like a champion. Basically, he continues to be the coolest little man that we have ever met. Yeah, he is a total time burglar but he gets away with being so high maintenance due to above mentioned gummy smiles.
Hopefully I can post an entry of more quality soon… until then I gotta run, the boy is demanding a posture adjustment.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
This is not just gas…
As happy has farting makes the boy, these smiles are NOT a result of gas. We swear it.
Alexander has been yarring out his mom and dad with what we are certain must be his first “real smiles”. He did this the other day when I was giving him machine-gun kisses (rapid fire mwah-mwah-mwah-mwah - much more tender than the name implies). Today, the paparazzi were on hand when Alexander was give dad big wide smile for making funny sounds for him. If Alexander likes funny sounds coming out of daddy, he is in for a lifetime of amusement. (Sorry Tim, that was too easy.)
Here are four separate smiles given to Tim today. Prepare to be yarred out,
Alexander has been yarring out his mom and dad with what we are certain must be his first “real smiles”. He did this the other day when I was giving him machine-gun kisses (rapid fire mwah-mwah-mwah-mwah - much more tender than the name implies). Today, the paparazzi were on hand when Alexander was give dad big wide smile for making funny sounds for him. If Alexander likes funny sounds coming out of daddy, he is in for a lifetime of amusement. (Sorry Tim, that was too easy.)
Here are four separate smiles given to Tim today. Prepare to be yarred out,
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
As Clean As He Gets
With the last of the umbilical cord gone, Alexander has graduated from sponge baths to actual baths. Tim and I realized there was yet another seemingly simply task that we had no idea how to accomplish. Fortunately, the boy wasn’t aware of our incompetence and had total trust in us. We managed to get through it without anyone losing an eye.
This is probably the most highly documented bath in history. Although this will ensure Alexander’s future embarrassment, we will share pictures of his first bath here for the entire World Wide Web to enjoy.
First, a "before" picture. Note that the boy is filthy and unaware of what is about to happen.
Here he is hitting a large body of water for the first time in his life. He looks a little surprised. He is probably questioning that previously mentioned trust at this point.
And then we scrubbed and scrubbed.
And the boy sort of seemed to like it… he is blurry but happy.
Alexander continued to oscillate between having fun and being in a total state of surprise throughout the bath.
(yikes... mom should have brushed her hair, or put on make-up, or gotten more than 3 hours of sleep before being photographed. Well, this is reality, folks. Laziness prevails over vanity.)
Sadly, the fun had to end – although the towel had it’s own cottony appeal.
The end result: a clean baby! TA-DA!!!
This is probably the most highly documented bath in history. Although this will ensure Alexander’s future embarrassment, we will share pictures of his first bath here for the entire World Wide Web to enjoy.
First, a "before" picture. Note that the boy is filthy and unaware of what is about to happen.
Here he is hitting a large body of water for the first time in his life. He looks a little surprised. He is probably questioning that previously mentioned trust at this point.
And then we scrubbed and scrubbed.
And the boy sort of seemed to like it… he is blurry but happy.
Alexander continued to oscillate between having fun and being in a total state of surprise throughout the bath.
(yikes... mom should have brushed her hair, or put on make-up, or gotten more than 3 hours of sleep before being photographed. Well, this is reality, folks. Laziness prevails over vanity.)
Sadly, the fun had to end – although the towel had it’s own cottony appeal.
The end result: a clean baby! TA-DA!!!
The Boy is Strong-Necked
Alexander practically came out of the womb lifting his head. Hopefully this won’t be his greatest achievement in life, but we are proud of him for it anyway. Here are a couple of pictures that document his furious head lifting skills.
No, Tim is not holding his head up and this is not an illusion. It is raw talent.
People are always so quick to try to take anything a baby does and project what that means for the baby’s future. This social phenomenon starts when he is still in the womb. All it takes are a few hard belly-shaking kicks for someone to announce the boy will be a football player (although a can-can dancer would be equally likely outcome for that skill set). So what does a strong neck mean? He’ll be great at holding up traffic due to his exceptional rubber-necking skills? Will he be the world champion at whatever the heck this guy is doing?
When all that heavy lifting is done, the boy sleeps HARD. Ignore the odd look on my face, and focus on the adorably crapped out look on Alexander’s face. When he sleeps hard like this, it is almost impossible to wake him, and he saws the tiniest little logs. Yar.
No, Tim is not holding his head up and this is not an illusion. It is raw talent.
People are always so quick to try to take anything a baby does and project what that means for the baby’s future. This social phenomenon starts when he is still in the womb. All it takes are a few hard belly-shaking kicks for someone to announce the boy will be a football player (although a can-can dancer would be equally likely outcome for that skill set). So what does a strong neck mean? He’ll be great at holding up traffic due to his exceptional rubber-necking skills? Will he be the world champion at whatever the heck this guy is doing?
When all that heavy lifting is done, the boy sleeps HARD. Ignore the odd look on my face, and focus on the adorably crapped out look on Alexander’s face. When he sleeps hard like this, it is almost impossible to wake him, and he saws the tiniest little logs. Yar.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Oh the songs you’ll sing…
Sorry for the vaguely Dr. Seuss subject… that is about where I am mentally right now. Something about spending a lot of time with a baby will make your search your mental music archives and pull out some unexpected surprises. Just yesterday, I realized I was singing the theme song to WKRP to Alexander.
I don’t know what was more surprising - that he found the song soothing or that I actually knew all the words. I didn’t even know I had ever seen the show, but obviously those lyrics made a big impression on my subconscious.
Anyhoo… Alexander continues to blow our minds with his cuteness. Sorry. I refuse to ever get over how cute he is and I will probably never ever shut up about it. These last two days, he has surprised us by staying awake basically all day. Aren’t 3 week olds supposed to sleep a lot? He does sleep well at night – although we still have to feed him every other hour. During the day, he seems to have mistaken us for much more interesting people than we actually are… because he fights sleep like crazy, as if he is going to miss something really good if he dozes off.
The church delivered several meals to us, which was nice. Although it is still a little awkward to have visitors as I have to spend (literally) 12 hours a day bare-chested in the name of adding a few more little fat rolls to the boy. We are hoping the feedings schedule might lessen a bit after his one-month appointment on the 18th,… but by then I will probably be so accustomed to this half-nekkid lifestyle that my sense of shame will be a ‘burden’ of the past.
Speaking of which, I gotta go for another feeding --- although I have enjoyed this half hour of not having a 10 lb little man attached to me.
Before I go, though, I have to post some pictures for Aunt Rachel who also believes Alexander is the cutest thing since sliced bread.
Alexander and Grandma (aka - The Woman Whose Mad Grandmothering Skilz Were the Only Thing That Allowed Us to Sleep in Alexander's First Week of Life. But it is easier to just call her grandma):
Mom and baby dozing after a comforting lullaby of WKRP in Cincinnati:
Bathtime is one of Alexander’s top five favorite activities - even above looking in the mirror and farting:
And, just in case you were wondering… yes, we still have two kitties. They are both very sweet towards Alexander, and Bear is especially protective and becomes distraught whenever Alexander cries. But when Tim and I are focusing all of our attention on the baby, Cow and Bear just fall back, hold paws, and reminisce about when they were the center of attention:
I don’t know what was more surprising - that he found the song soothing or that I actually knew all the words. I didn’t even know I had ever seen the show, but obviously those lyrics made a big impression on my subconscious.
Anyhoo… Alexander continues to blow our minds with his cuteness. Sorry. I refuse to ever get over how cute he is and I will probably never ever shut up about it. These last two days, he has surprised us by staying awake basically all day. Aren’t 3 week olds supposed to sleep a lot? He does sleep well at night – although we still have to feed him every other hour. During the day, he seems to have mistaken us for much more interesting people than we actually are… because he fights sleep like crazy, as if he is going to miss something really good if he dozes off.
The church delivered several meals to us, which was nice. Although it is still a little awkward to have visitors as I have to spend (literally) 12 hours a day bare-chested in the name of adding a few more little fat rolls to the boy. We are hoping the feedings schedule might lessen a bit after his one-month appointment on the 18th,… but by then I will probably be so accustomed to this half-nekkid lifestyle that my sense of shame will be a ‘burden’ of the past.
Speaking of which, I gotta go for another feeding --- although I have enjoyed this half hour of not having a 10 lb little man attached to me.
Before I go, though, I have to post some pictures for Aunt Rachel who also believes Alexander is the cutest thing since sliced bread.
Alexander and Grandma (aka - The Woman Whose Mad Grandmothering Skilz Were the Only Thing That Allowed Us to Sleep in Alexander's First Week of Life. But it is easier to just call her grandma):
Mom and baby dozing after a comforting lullaby of WKRP in Cincinnati:
Bathtime is one of Alexander’s top five favorite activities - even above looking in the mirror and farting:
And, just in case you were wondering… yes, we still have two kitties. They are both very sweet towards Alexander, and Bear is especially protective and becomes distraught whenever Alexander cries. But when Tim and I are focusing all of our attention on the baby, Cow and Bear just fall back, hold paws, and reminisce about when they were the center of attention:
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Does feeding every-other hour make my thighs look fat?
The forced feedings have paid off! At the appointment on Thursday, the boy weighed in at 9 lbs 13 oz. His cheeks are looking good and round, and he has that nice Michelin Man roll to this thighs. He still isn’t up to his birth weight, but that was a gain of 7 oz in 3 days! That’s a 4.67% increase in body weight in 3 days. That would be like a 200 lb man gaining 9 lbs in 3 days. If this trend continues, we can expect that by the end of the year Alexander will be a 200 lb man.
Instead of calling DHS, as feared, the doctor actually told us we were doing a “good job.” Tim and I were so taken aback by her praise that we asked her to repeat it several times, then write it down, then pantomime it, then contact the Daily Herald with an official press release. We don’t have to go back to the pediatrician until Alexander is one month old – which buys us two whole weeks left adrift to screw-up in the parenting department once more.
Now that he has a bottle or boob in his piehole every other hour, Alexander really is a very mellow little guy. He very rarely cries and mostly just likes to either sleep or stare at his parents staring at him. Or maybe I am mistaking mellow with exhausted. He isn’t allowed to sleep for more than an hour at a time in order to maintain this strict feeding schedule. (Neither are his parents.) We are hopeful that after the one-month appointment we will be told that we can cut back on feedings to once every 3 hours or so. Having two hours between feedings would make our brains hurt much less.
Alexander is getting larger and cuter everyday. Of course, as his mother I have serious bias. I even think even his farts are the greatest most wonderful thing in the world. So cuteness, size, and fartiness are all increasing daily. If this trend continues, he’ll be an Elmo Macy’s float within weeks. (That is gigantic, full of gas, and ridiculously adorable.) He is surprisingly strong too. We had him on his 'tummy time' mat yesterday and he managed to roll over. Well... was it a roll, or more just listing over and then landing on his back? Who knows... but we are calling it a milestone. I believe he is destined for a life in the 99th percentile.
Of course, as I type it is time for another feeding. 'Till next time...
Instead of calling DHS, as feared, the doctor actually told us we were doing a “good job.” Tim and I were so taken aback by her praise that we asked her to repeat it several times, then write it down, then pantomime it, then contact the Daily Herald with an official press release. We don’t have to go back to the pediatrician until Alexander is one month old – which buys us two whole weeks left adrift to screw-up in the parenting department once more.
Now that he has a bottle or boob in his piehole every other hour, Alexander really is a very mellow little guy. He very rarely cries and mostly just likes to either sleep or stare at his parents staring at him. Or maybe I am mistaking mellow with exhausted. He isn’t allowed to sleep for more than an hour at a time in order to maintain this strict feeding schedule. (Neither are his parents.) We are hopeful that after the one-month appointment we will be told that we can cut back on feedings to once every 3 hours or so. Having two hours between feedings would make our brains hurt much less.
Alexander is getting larger and cuter everyday. Of course, as his mother I have serious bias. I even think even his farts are the greatest most wonderful thing in the world. So cuteness, size, and fartiness are all increasing daily. If this trend continues, he’ll be an Elmo Macy’s float within weeks. (That is gigantic, full of gas, and ridiculously adorable.) He is surprisingly strong too. We had him on his 'tummy time' mat yesterday and he managed to roll over. Well... was it a roll, or more just listing over and then landing on his back? Who knows... but we are calling it a milestone. I believe he is destined for a life in the 99th percentile.
Of course, as I type it is time for another feeding. 'Till next time...
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Theoretical parenting easier than actual parenting
Sorry for the dramatic pause between posts. Until we get a handle on the “OmigawdWeJustHadABaby” situation, the blog may be a bit neglected.
Alexander is doing adorably fine. Yar. He continues to be the cutest thing I have ever seen in my life. The pediatrician is concerned that he is ‘only’ 9 lbs 6 oz and not back up to his birthweight yet, so we have to feed him every 2 hours. The cause of poor weight gain? I was told my boobs are losers. That isn’t a direct quote, but that was the gist of it. I guess since I had so much physical trauma with the delivery, my Breastaurant is having a hard time keeping up with orders… so therefore when we feed him, we have to both breastfeed and supplement with formula.
Feeding every two hours means that is basically all we are accomplishing with our time. It takes about an hour to feed him (diaper change, breastfeeding on each side, then bottlefeeding). Then we have an hour to stare at the boy and wonder if we are already screwing him up. Then it is time to feed him again. We go in to the doctor tomorrow for another weigh-in, but if this doesn’t get his weight up I don’t know what will. I am considering adding some lead weights to his diaper just to get the doctor off our back.
As for me, I am getting stronger every day. I am now able to shower without passing out – so that’s a big accomplishment. I’ve deflated in a major way, so that is also exciting. I almost took a picture of my feet so you all could see the difference. They look almost bony compared to what they used to be. Also the swelling in my face, hands, and legs has almost totally disappeared. In fact, just 10 days after birth I had already lost 40 lbs – which is just a couple pounds shy of the total amount I gained in pregnancy. Obviously, this is just due to the swelling going away, but maybe I should take it as an opportunity to write a diet book. "How to Lose 40 Pounds in 10 Days" (Step 1: Get pregnant with giant baby. Step 2: Become pre-eclamptic and swell up like crazy. Step 3: Delivery giant baby and deflate.) (Not many diet books come with instructions on how to gain the weight you will lose on the diet... so maybe this is a whole new niche I can create.)
There are so many things it seems like we have already compromised on with our ‘good intentions’ on caring for the baby. For example, I never wanted to use formula or a bottle, but the doctor says it is necessary. Also, I never wanted to use a pacifer, but a bait-and-switch is sometimes the only way to get him to latch on. We also have the boy in disposable diapers, although I wanted to start using cloth right away – but the cloth diapers rub and irritate his umbilical cord so we have to wait on those. Theoretical parenting is so much easier than actual parenting. Ideals and good intentions sometimes have to get thrown out the window in the name of survival. Keep that in mind next time you find yourself shaking your head at some mom and dad at a mall trying to placate their screaming child with a giant chocolate bar. Those parents probably never thought they’d go down that road when they were just theoretical parents either.
Well, I’d better go feed the boy. I’d like to close with this…. YARRRR.
Alexander is doing adorably fine. Yar. He continues to be the cutest thing I have ever seen in my life. The pediatrician is concerned that he is ‘only’ 9 lbs 6 oz and not back up to his birthweight yet, so we have to feed him every 2 hours. The cause of poor weight gain? I was told my boobs are losers. That isn’t a direct quote, but that was the gist of it. I guess since I had so much physical trauma with the delivery, my Breastaurant is having a hard time keeping up with orders… so therefore when we feed him, we have to both breastfeed and supplement with formula.
Feeding every two hours means that is basically all we are accomplishing with our time. It takes about an hour to feed him (diaper change, breastfeeding on each side, then bottlefeeding). Then we have an hour to stare at the boy and wonder if we are already screwing him up. Then it is time to feed him again. We go in to the doctor tomorrow for another weigh-in, but if this doesn’t get his weight up I don’t know what will. I am considering adding some lead weights to his diaper just to get the doctor off our back.
As for me, I am getting stronger every day. I am now able to shower without passing out – so that’s a big accomplishment. I’ve deflated in a major way, so that is also exciting. I almost took a picture of my feet so you all could see the difference. They look almost bony compared to what they used to be. Also the swelling in my face, hands, and legs has almost totally disappeared. In fact, just 10 days after birth I had already lost 40 lbs – which is just a couple pounds shy of the total amount I gained in pregnancy. Obviously, this is just due to the swelling going away, but maybe I should take it as an opportunity to write a diet book. "How to Lose 40 Pounds in 10 Days" (Step 1: Get pregnant with giant baby. Step 2: Become pre-eclamptic and swell up like crazy. Step 3: Delivery giant baby and deflate.) (Not many diet books come with instructions on how to gain the weight you will lose on the diet... so maybe this is a whole new niche I can create.)
There are so many things it seems like we have already compromised on with our ‘good intentions’ on caring for the baby. For example, I never wanted to use formula or a bottle, but the doctor says it is necessary. Also, I never wanted to use a pacifer, but a bait-and-switch is sometimes the only way to get him to latch on. We also have the boy in disposable diapers, although I wanted to start using cloth right away – but the cloth diapers rub and irritate his umbilical cord so we have to wait on those. Theoretical parenting is so much easier than actual parenting. Ideals and good intentions sometimes have to get thrown out the window in the name of survival. Keep that in mind next time you find yourself shaking your head at some mom and dad at a mall trying to placate their screaming child with a giant chocolate bar. Those parents probably never thought they’d go down that road when they were just theoretical parents either.
Well, I’d better go feed the boy. I’d like to close with this…. YARRRR.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Hey, baby, what’s your sign?
We are pleased to introduce you to the new dominant blog content: Alexander Robert! Tim and I are shocked we were able to come up with such a cute baby. I swear, that isn’t just maternal bias… he really is obscenely adorable.
Here is a picture of him 14 minutes after birth…
He is just 14 minutes old, but his agent says he can play anywhere from newborn to 3 months. Here he is after getting swaddled in the latest hospital fashions:
Yarrrr!!
Anyway, here are his stats:
Birth date: Thursday August 14th , 8:15 pm
Weight: 9 lbs 15 oz (just an ounce shy of the 10 pound mark!)
Length: 20 1/2 inches
Distinguishing marks or tattoos: little cleft on his chin
Turn-ons: car rides, being rolled into a baby burrito (aka swaddling), snuggling, long walks on the beach
Turn-offs: hunger, time wasted blogging instead of snuggling
The birth wasn’t exactly what was anticipated… although I am sure almost every parent can say that. All that matters it that Alexander is extremely healthy and strong and we must have fooled the hospital staff into thinking we were competent parents because they let us take him home today.
Here is the Cliff Notes version: I was on the drugs for the induction and the anti-seizure medicine for about a day before it was determined that the contractions weren’t productive - so we went in for a c-section on Thursday night. Later in the night I began to hemorrhage quite severely. My blood pressure dropped and my hemoglobin and platelets also went down to worrying levels. For those that like medical data… the blood pressure went down to the area of 60/40 (after spiking at around 175/100 in the hours following the c-section), hemoglobin was 6 (I think they said 12 would be ‘good’), and the platelets were around 100,000 (which sounds like a lot, but I guess it isn’t as the nurse mentioned this number with some degree of alarm). Mmmm… data.
I’m thankful to have partial amnesia over what happened and I’ll certainly spare you the details of what I do remember. The bleeding was finally slowed down and I was eventually given a couple blood transfusions. After six days in the hospital, we were allowed to go home. I’m still very weak but taking lots of iron and should hopefully get my blood levels up to normal in the upcoming weeks. Now, I just wonder whose blood I have flowing through my veins? This situation has the potential for a twilight zone episode written all over it.
We may not update the blog for a little while as I am in a recovery mode (think of it as an extension of ‘load mode’). This pregnancy has been a bit of a drama magnet, so I guess it isn’t surprising that it went out with a bang. Again, all that matter’s now is our sweet little (sic) guy is here.
PS-- The kitties are quickly adjusting to the attention usurper. Bear meows in sympathy when Alexander cries. If you can’t handle ‘adorable’, you’d best stay away from our house these days.
PPS- Has anyone seen my cell phone? We think it got lost at the hospital. Oops.
PPS- Please forgive the typos and general loopiness of this post. (I have a reasonable excuse, and I’m going to use it for as long as possible.)
Here is a picture of him 14 minutes after birth…
He is just 14 minutes old, but his agent says he can play anywhere from newborn to 3 months. Here he is after getting swaddled in the latest hospital fashions:
Yarrrr!!
Anyway, here are his stats:
Birth date: Thursday August 14th , 8:15 pm
Weight: 9 lbs 15 oz (just an ounce shy of the 10 pound mark!)
Length: 20 1/2 inches
Distinguishing marks or tattoos: little cleft on his chin
Turn-ons: car rides, being rolled into a baby burrito (aka swaddling), snuggling, long walks on the beach
Turn-offs: hunger, time wasted blogging instead of snuggling
The birth wasn’t exactly what was anticipated… although I am sure almost every parent can say that. All that matters it that Alexander is extremely healthy and strong and we must have fooled the hospital staff into thinking we were competent parents because they let us take him home today.
Here is the Cliff Notes version: I was on the drugs for the induction and the anti-seizure medicine for about a day before it was determined that the contractions weren’t productive - so we went in for a c-section on Thursday night. Later in the night I began to hemorrhage quite severely. My blood pressure dropped and my hemoglobin and platelets also went down to worrying levels. For those that like medical data… the blood pressure went down to the area of 60/40 (after spiking at around 175/100 in the hours following the c-section), hemoglobin was 6 (I think they said 12 would be ‘good’), and the platelets were around 100,000 (which sounds like a lot, but I guess it isn’t as the nurse mentioned this number with some degree of alarm). Mmmm… data.
I’m thankful to have partial amnesia over what happened and I’ll certainly spare you the details of what I do remember. The bleeding was finally slowed down and I was eventually given a couple blood transfusions. After six days in the hospital, we were allowed to go home. I’m still very weak but taking lots of iron and should hopefully get my blood levels up to normal in the upcoming weeks. Now, I just wonder whose blood I have flowing through my veins? This situation has the potential for a twilight zone episode written all over it.
We may not update the blog for a little while as I am in a recovery mode (think of it as an extension of ‘load mode’). This pregnancy has been a bit of a drama magnet, so I guess it isn’t surprising that it went out with a bang. Again, all that matter’s now is our sweet little (sic) guy is here.
PS-- The kitties are quickly adjusting to the attention usurper. Bear meows in sympathy when Alexander cries. If you can’t handle ‘adorable’, you’d best stay away from our house these days.
PPS- Has anyone seen my cell phone? We think it got lost at the hospital. Oops.
PPS- Please forgive the typos and general loopiness of this post. (I have a reasonable excuse, and I’m going to use it for as long as possible.)
Saturday, August 9, 2008
The Adorable Truth
At the appointment yesterday, the doctor went Al Gore on me and pulled out some charts and graphs. As a dataphile, I was very excited… and as a mother, I was very proud. One graph displayed two solid parallel lines of increasing value over time, as well as a dotted line with a similar starting point but an even greater slope than the parallel lines. The doctor said “between these two lines is where we expect to see the curve for fetal growth. The dotted line, however, represents your baby.” The dotted line surpassed the two “normal kid range” lines sometime in the final two months of pregnancy. I was very proud. Then after thinking about what this really means for the immediate future, I said “my body wouldn’t grow a baby that is bigger than I can push out, right?” The doctor just laughed. Hmmm. All I can do is hope that Alexander has a well planned exit strategy.
We are still scheduled for beginning the induction Wednesday night. With any luck, Alexander will make his debut sometime on Thursday, August 14th. In the meantime, I had better start reading up on some specialized maternity and parenting books.
We are still scheduled for beginning the induction Wednesday night. With any luck, Alexander will make his debut sometime on Thursday, August 14th. In the meantime, I had better start reading up on some specialized maternity and parenting books.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Cheeky Monkey
We had an ultrasound today. As soon as the exam started the technician muttered under his breath “Whoa, that’s a big baby” so I knew Alexander had continued to pack on the pounds since we last saw him. Later, the tech noted he could see what he thought were “jowls” - so our boy may be gifted in the cheeks department. Yarrr…
I’d write more, but my hands are swelling out of their functionality. I feel like I am trying to type with oven mitts. Anyway, I just wanted to post the quick update that everything is going just fine and the boy continues to be 99th percentile in all of his endeavors thus far. I hope he won’t be afraid to come out due to setting the bar too high too early. It's gotta be tough to peak in life while still in the womb.
I’d write more, but my hands are swelling out of their functionality. I feel like I am trying to type with oven mitts. Anyway, I just wanted to post the quick update that everything is going just fine and the boy continues to be 99th percentile in all of his endeavors thus far. I hope he won’t be afraid to come out due to setting the bar too high too early. It's gotta be tough to peak in life while still in the womb.
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