Blue – For a Baby Boy!

For those of you who didn’t know, you’re pregnant for 40 weeks. In normal people terms, that’s 10 months. Right? 40 weeks equals 10 months, and 36 weeks equals 9 months… simple mental math. Right? Right?

Hahahaahaha – WRONG!!! We’re doing magical pregnancy math over here, and somehow, miraculously 40 weeks now equals 9 months because you forgot to carry the .33 weeks per month… blah… blah… blah…. my pregnancy brain hurts.

Any way you look at it, 9 months is absolute crap, crap, crap. As you can tell, I’m annoyed by this farce – this hideous, misleading “lie” of pregnancy. For a time that is arguably one of the most uncomfortable in a woman’s life, I just think we should get credit for the full thing.* Just saaayyiinnn—

I am really fired up about this – if you can’t tell.

Anyhow, last week we were making dinner, and The Discovery Channel was on in the background. I was chopping away, and my husband, engrossed in what was on TV goes, “Honey… I know how mad you are about being pregnant for (air quotations) 10 months, but —did you seeeeee that???—- elephants are pregnant for almost 2 years… 2 yeeeaarrsssssss…. can you belieeeeeve that?”

In my head I’m thinking, “At 29 weeks pregnant, I am going to resist the urge to smack you upside the head, AND I am going to ignore the fact you may or may not have just compared me to an elephant… AN ELEPHANT!!!!! I am however, going to see the silver lining here. Somehow, somewhere, I will find it.  Thank goodness I am not going to be pregnant for two years, and now, someone please nominate me for sainthood.”

Hey thanks babe – and God bless female elephants.

Anyhow, 30 out of 40 weeks feels like a huge milestone to me. In Ashley’s language, “It’s the beginning of the fourth quarter.” 🙂 Our little dude is almost 16 inches long now, and is the size of a butternut squash. I haven’t been super into the fruit/vegetable comparisons, but my girlfriend Lauren is so sweet and sends me updates as to his current fruit/vegetable size. This week’s seemed SO CRAZY to me; butternut squashes are hugggeeee – so naturally I had to share.  

Moving on – we started our small nursery remodel last week (before and after pictures to come), and we finally decided on a name for our little bundle of joy. We’re naming him William. It’s not a family name, and it doesn’t have an extraordinarily special meaning to us. It just sounded strong, and we agreed that we loved it – that was most important.

*Full disclosure- we do not have a middle name yet, but suggestions are welcome!