Where We Are Now

Almost 17 weeks. That's almost halfway. We're a little over 7 weeks from viability, meaning that if the sky fell and Something Horrible Happened where the Murrito arrived really early, he'd have a chance at making it. So far there's nothing that indicates that could remotely be the case, but still, in the back of our heads there's this countdown.

I guess around that time we should start getting Murray's room ready and thinking about what to name this kid. I don't think 'Hey, you!' is a very effective name, long-term. But that's just me, and I mean no offense to the Hey, you!'s of the world.

I'm also getting fatter. I cannot remember a time when I didn't wear some form of elastic on my waist. Murray is kicking a fair bit, and though some books say that only people who have had kids before or who are very skinny (neither of which applies to me) can tell, I assure you most emphatically: I can tell when I'm being kicked. And the kid is getting stronger and bigger every day. Which means I'm getting kicked in new places. Cool.

I've added a link to Murray's piddly registry. The thing is, thanks to Susan (who we still need to pay, sorry!) we have most of the baby equipment we're going to need. So we're not registering for that much, at this point.

I'm feeling a shitload better. Thank you thank you thank you Murray for removing the nausea from my life.