Week 12: Keep Truckin' On

Hey guys,

So week twelve is here, and man it seems to have come up on us so fast! Emily and I have been so busy with life that, if not for the already standing doctor appointment, we might not have known it was here. Life gets in the way I guess. Emily has been busy with work 5+ days a week, while I have been driving to take classes, and help teach programming at Southern Poly four days a week. I took on ten credit hours this summer which is a lot for a summer semester.. Also, two research papers I coauthored have been accepted to the CGames conference in Kentucky; a big deal for me. So yeah, life has a way of filling your time and creeping up on you. for us, it likes to not only creep, but sneak up on us and scare the crap out of us. :)

Enough about life dressing like a bogey man and scaring you, and more about week 12 of our baby adventure! As Emily has mentioned in previous posts, she hasn't been feeling great. I feel for her every time I see that frown and know that it is all for love.... our love manifesting itself as a little baby that we can love on and be a family with. I like to cook, but so far it has been rough since almost everything makes Emily feel queasy, so we've pretty much been playing by ear day-by-day to see what she might be in the mood for. I can understand now why people might gain weight during their, or their wife's pregnancy. I was real good about going to the gym until about 2 weeks ago. I gotta go swimming though because my crazy butt signed up for an aquathon. For those of you that might not know what this is, well let me explain.

First you put on an uncomfortable bathing suit of which makes you feel bad, since everybody will be pointing and laughing at you because you are of the following:
                         1. Hairy (which means the pool will clog)
                         2. Slightly overweight (which alone would not be a problem, but                                                                        combined with a bunch of normal sized people might make the                                                                      pool overflow.
                         3. Cardiovascularly out of shape (which pretty much means you will                                                                 have a heart attack when trying to swim eight laps, followed by a                                                                   5k run.).

And by you I mean me.....

Good times..... I think.

I keep telling myself that it is all for the baby.... It's all for the family.

And without furthur adieu (hehe I said further) Here are the new glamour shots of our SkelChell creation!

The picture on the bottom is my favorite. You can clearly see the profile of little SkelChell, and also a leg, foot, toes, and a hand. And if you look closely enough you can see little baby saying, "Yo! what you lookin' at?". Okay, I made the last part up. But seriously, look at that melon! Like father, like baby. A Bubba Jr in the making? We'll see. Maybe we'll have to special order a big football helmet some day, just like they had to do with me. You know.... because I'm awesome and have a big head.

After the pics were taken, Emily had to stay later to give blood. Around this time they recommend that mothers-to-be have tests done to make sure the baby is healthy both physically and genetically. The sonographer said the measurements looked consistent with a normal baby. Apparently if the baby might have something like down syndrome, the measurements are different around the spine and neck. See, you learn something new everyday. And to think that you didn't know you'd get a science lesson while reading this blog. tisk, tisk...

So there you go. here is you dose of SkelChell love. Keep sending out the good vibes because we can feel them and they do work. I'll put the pics of Emily's stomach ASAP. maybe this weekend so be on the lookout.

Love ya! Mean it.

JS