Already making plans for prom night...

I can see it now:

"Alright Dad, Vanessa is here so we're going to head out to Prom." says Quinn

"Can you have her come in for a quick picture?"

"Sure, but we've got to get going"

"I know, I know. It will just take a second."

Tim quietly connects a laptop to their new wall size TV.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

"I just wanted to show her some of your old pictures ..." says Tim as Em gamely steps in and deadbolts the front door.
"Here's Quinn's first bath. Isn't he cute when he's mad? And here he is in his sailor costume..." Tim continues.

"I will never forgive you, Dad. In fact, I have no father." says Quinn lovingly


Yeah - it will be so great.

Quinn Arrives

Aug 17th brought us our baby boy: Quinn Elijah Sands. He's 9 lbs 13 oz (!) about 21" tall and perfect.

So far his favorite things are eating, making goo-goo eyes, pooing, breasts and burping. Many of these things will remain popular throughout his adolescence as well.

We've been at this whole parenting thing a week, and we've managed to hold it together with a lot of help from friends - thanks for the food, company, advice and support.

Hurry up and wait...

We're pretending that we don't notice. You've all noticed, I'm sure. No baby.

He's not really in a rush to evacuate the premises. I mean, he has this pretty comfy (w)room(b) reserved until the end of the month. Why should he vacate for parts unknown?

I imagine him listening to our anguished speculation ("But when? When will he come?") with a little smirk and then propping his feet up on my ribs to get a little more comfortable, settling in for the long haul.

No amount of "encouragement" will entice him out before he's ready.
(Foreshadowing a willful personality?)

Intellectually, we know it's a little premature to get as antsy as we are.

So we're doing "normal" things. Like going to the Chinese Garden (above), taking walks, going out for ice cream or drinks, visiting with friends.

But our calendar, really, is remarkably empty. We're not making plans that take us too far from home these days, and everything we do plan is pretty low-key.
And maybe that's the problem!

"Really expensive theater tickets," my midwife prescribed. That, she said, was sure to get labor going.

And given the pleasure he takes at making us squirm, I wouldn't be surprised if that does the trick.

H-h-h-hot Wings

Anecdotally, spicy foods are said to be a safe, natural way to encourage labor to begin. Unfortunately, like most of these natural methods, it doesn't "work" unless baby is really ready to make an appearance.

Nevertheless, we hit up Fire on the Mountain last night to try to encourage The Bean to make an appearance. Because, seriously, having his birthday on 8.8.08 was just too cool not to attempt.

I ate 9 hot wings! Spicy Peanut, Bourbon Chipotle and Extra Hot. I also ate a bunch of sweet potato fries.

Sadly, we had zilch in the way of action last night. Unless you count getting out of bed a ka-zillion times for potty-runs and Tums.

Anecdotally, the Tiramisu at Screen Door is also said to help encourage labor. I've also heard that they'll give you a really big piece if they know you're trying.

I really think we should try that. I'm pretty sure it's going to work.

Then and Now

3/27/08 (19 weeks, 6 days):



8/5/08 (38 weeks, 4 days):



And to think...

I actually imagined I had a belly worth photographing!

(In the paraphrased words of Michael J. "Crocodile" Dundee: "That's not a belly...This is a belly.")

Pretty Ready....

Let's get a move-on, Sweet Bean.

Sweet, enormous, makes-my-hips-and-sides-ache Bean.

Oh, you are so much bigger than a Bean.

Your room is ready for you.




I've washed all of your impossibly tiny t-shirts. (I suspect you will be bigger than these impossibly tiny t-shirts, so I've washed the next size too)

And this belly...this belly is getting a bit too swollen with baby. Probably for either of our tastes. Aren't you feeling a little crowded? You're not so much "kicking" anymore as bulging and stretching and, as far as I can tell, participating in some kind of excruciating head-grinding exercise on my wimpy, not-so-tough-as-nails cervix.


By the way, thank you for being head-down. That's really clever of you. And thank you also for getting me 3 cm (at least) dilated already; that will be a big help when the time comes.

But, basically, Sweet Bean, what I'm trying to say is that Mama's getting ready to have a little mobility again. And ankles. Ankles would be nice.

I totally understand that maybe it's pretty cozy in there. And I totally understand that maybe you actually need to cook a little bit longer before you join us on the outside. But when you're ready...we're totally ready to meet you.