Taking It Easy Green

Since the ultrasound, we have had a few weeks to get used to STILL not knowing the gender of our child. I think we are kind of becoming used to not knowing. I told Scott the other day that I just can't get my hopes up to find out at the next appointment. After all, what if they can't squeeze us in for an ultrasound, or what if the child decides that he/she will teach us a lesson in patience (the first of many, I am sure) and still be overly modest?

Meanwhile, we have been picking out paint colors for the baby's room, as well as tossing names around. We have received no name suggestions from any of you, which is highly disappointing, but I trust that we will find a name with or without you. If anyone is wondering, the room is going to be green. We are debating between "Easy Green" and "Romaine," and leaning more toward "Easy Green." I personally am all about word association, and I think "Easy Green" sounds kind of like "Easygoing" and I would like our child to have that attribute. So, I'm voting for Easy Green. I guess if it works the other way, however, maybe our child will eat a lot of lettuce (an attribute that clearly won't be passed down from the child's mother.)

In addition, much of my free time has been spent reading pregnancy books about labor and delivery. My friend, Angela, had her baby a full month early on March 11, and my friend, Da, just had her baby yesterday (a 10 lb, 4 oz bundle that was delivered the old fashioned way...yikes! It also may be helpful to note that Da weighs about 100 lbs sopping wet). All these deliveries got me reading up on what delivery is actually like. I have decided there is no good way to actually prepare yourself for the experience of what happens. I am taking a break from the delivery readings for awhile.

The other night, my sister, Kerri, took her oldest daughters, Tatum and Tessa, to Disney on Ice. Rowan, her youngest, came over to visit with us. We had a pretty fun night. Despite being a little scared of Butch and the cats, Rowan had a pretty good time.

Spokesmodel Rowan Introduces Her Furriest Friend, Tiny

I told Scott he should take a picture of my belly the other day, but I insisted that the blog photo should be a covered belly and not a bare belly. I'm sure this is a courtesy I will quit extending once I get further along. Right now, it's still too easy to confuse the bump with some extra padding. I like to try to convince myself it is ALL bump. No padding whatsoever.

Basketball Thief! Stop her!

Scott's new evening activity is laying on my belly and reading poetry to the baby, like Wallace Stevens and Edgar Lee Masters. I always want to take a photo, but I think it would be a little inappropriate to interrupt their bonding time for my own sake. I did take a photo on my phone the other day, but it won't easily transfer to the blog. Trust me: It is really special.

The first time he did it, I sat there and cried, despite the fact that many of the poems were about things that I would probably never read to my child (death and raw hamburger, for example). I like that he is reading to the baby and talking to the baby every day. I like to think that they already have a relationship! Tonight the baby is listening to an opera while Scott and I watch Stroker Ace, starring Burt Reynolds and Loni Anderson. Most likely our baby will already be more intelligent than his/her parents at birth considering its parents' entertainment choices.

P.S. With few exceptions, Scott is usually responsible for the bulk of the captions in my blogs. It's time to give him some credit, don't you think?