Arms and Legs

Katrina got another sonogram today. They usually don't do them this frequently, but luckily our doctor is as paranoid as we are. It's a side view and the head is pointing to 2 o'clock. You can make out an eye and some small appendages. Hopefully, two of each -- another worry down! This little raisin has turned into a bonafide medium sized olive! 2.61cm. It's amusing how all the baby books compare everything to food. We've had peas, pinto, and kidney beans. In the weeks to come we graduate to "small plum" then to "large lime". I suppose once we get past peaches and grapefruits they'll start using actual measurements.

One of the new million or so thoughts that pass through your mind when you're about to have child is that of your own mortality. "Gee, maybe I should get this mole checked out," you start thinking. "I better not get hit by a bus. That would suck! And my kid won't have a father!" If I had a motorcycle, I'd probably sell it. Maybe I'll call up that duck from AFLAC and have him run down the various life insurance policies to us.

We're planning on ditching our schmancy condominium (which apparently is latin for To Overcharge For No Reason) and finding some digs that are not only on a lower floor, but allows us to put some money away. We had planned this for our lease ending in February, but who knew this conception thing would work on the first try. I had a friend who tried for 10 years before it happened. It turns out, God was a QVC baby selling emcee that day. "Did I say years? I meant today!" One wave of the almighty hand and Katrina's cervix turns into a catcher's mitt. Hey batter batter, hey batter. I guess that's something to brag about. Yes, first try...thank you! Just as well. As much as I was looking forward to the trying aspect of it, I kept getting the shivers from this one image. Katrina lying in bed with her knees folding up to her chest for an hour trying to let gravity work in our favor. Ewwwww. You think I'm being gross? You're lucky I've decided to refrain from constipation stories. So there.

So, back to moving. I'm trying to take this on while finding a better paying and regular job. All the while attempting to hide the stress from our new mom. Stress is bad. Momma gets stressed? Baby gets stressed. But so far it's looking promising, given the fact that I don't really care where we live. Our landlord is cool with us breaking the lease and even gave us some numbers of other landlord buddies he has that have apartments we may like. There's also Craigslist.com, which has become like the friggin' bible at this point. It has job postings and real estate. Not to mention a casual encounters forum in case I decide to go gay! Is there anything Craigslist can't do?