Blue-Flavored Baby

Tim's 30th birthday party went beautifully.

Our little house was filled to overflowing with good friends and delicious (and "interesting") food and drink.

In keeping with the theme "Three Decades of Tim," everyone contributed an item that conjured one of the three decades for them. I saw lots of bad beer, capri sun, rice krispie treats, banana runts, and pigs-in-a-blanket. There was silly putty, temporary tatoos, and those funny plastic bubbles you blow up with a little straw (and which pregnant people probably shouldn't sniff too closely).

We ended the night with a few good games of cosmic bowling. Tim, as usual, was in rare form.

Of course, the highlight of the evening was The Big Reveal. Tim and I had asked our neighbor to open the envelope so carefully sealed by the ultrasound sonographer and to stuff a pinata with either pink or blue candy as appropriate. Everyone gathered around Tim outside as he smacked that pinata open and bright blue candy came tumbling out. It was exhilarating. And so wonderful to share the moment with people we care about so much.

So, Baby Blue! Sweet little boy-flavored baby.

It's a...Belly!

The Belly is getting mighty impressive.
My midwife says the little one has handily moved all of my internal organs out of the way (so that's where my liver went!) to make room for more growth. Because that's what it's doing these days: growing. The Bean will put on another ounce and half this week.

Also this week, The Bean has added REM sleep to its schedule...neat! Fetuses dream about...turning somersaults? Searching for a thumb to suck and finding it right there? The next time mama will have a chocolate milkshake? The Bean may have limited experience, but I'm sure its dreams are as rich and varied as they are for us.

Or maybe fetuses do dream of the world outside the womb. And maybe we mistake an baby's expression of wonder for his incredibly intense experience of déjà vu.

Little Bean? XX or XY? We'll find out tomorrow.