A few months ago my cousin, My Linh, asked me what Victor and I loved and we replied the following: Hobbits, camping, Fringe, travel, Top Gear (NOT the American version!), food, and Sami. From that list, we decided that a Hobbit themed garden party would make a spectacular baby shower, and it absolutely did. The following are some pictures my mom took at my baby shower that was held at the end of May, followed by a video I made with the professional photos My Linh’s friend, Kelly Eubanks, took. If you are in love with the flower like I am, thank my talented cousin for designing them, and contact her if you have an upcoming event to plan!
UPDATE: Note that the video originally featured a Bob Marley song, but since YouTube now monitors videos with copyright infringement, the music has been muted. Maybe I need to steal my music for now on. Anyway, I will try and replace the track soon, but until then turn on some music and watch the video!
In May when I was 8 months pregnant, Victor, Sami and I had a wonderful maternity photo shoot with my friend Amy Albertson. I honestly wish I had half the talent that she has in her little pinky (I actually bought a beginners DSLR because I was so inspired by her work) and I absolutely love how she always makes me look beautiful (especially when I wasn’t really feeling it at the time).
Here are some of my favorite pictures from the shoot.
Today, Vic and I had our first “official” meeting with our doula, Jaci. It went well, and we already scheduled our second meeting for next month before the baby comes. We, also, started taking her natural child birth classes earlier this month. I’m glad we’re taking the class since Victor isn’t into reading books or the articles that I email him. I think the more informed he is, the less likely he will freak out on me.
Anyway, now I just need to do my homework for the class, and this week my job is to make a playlist…but I’ve never been good at doing homework. That probably doesn’t sound good coming from a former teacher, but then I never did assign much homework for my history students. I just made them review/update their Cornell notes and write a summary & questions. Anyway, since my homework isn’t too grueling, I guess I’ll make an exception this time.
Me and my new hat posing next to my dad’s rack of hats.
Finals are thankfully done, so now I have time to blog about my boring life once again. As I was checking out my blog today, I realized that I totally forgot about the baby sex poll (that phrase sounds freakishly disturbing) I posted last week.
I think it was last week…
Anyway, here are the results, and it seems that about half of you think it’s a girl and the other half believe my baby will be a boy. So, basically I have a 50/50 chance of having one or the other.
Um, I guess I didn’t really need a poll to figure those odds out.
Thanks to all that participated, and YAY! for me having more than 3 people reading my blog.
6 more weeks to go! The little critter is moving around like crazy, and is probably feeling very cramped in my belly. I have a friend that had twins a couple years ago, and I can’t imagine what it must have felt like to have two of them little boogers squirming in there.
Vic and I decided not to find out the sex of our baby. The majority of the old folks are happy that we’re waiting to find out, while the younger crew thinks we be crazy for not wanting to know beforehand. I guess we just like to go against the grain, an odd life goal Vic and I have always shared in common. Plus, I don’t want a sh*t load of baby blue and pink stuff gifted to me and the baby. And, yes, I like yellows, greens, browns, black, and a plethora of other colors. What’s wrong with those colors? Why does my kid have to like and only wear blue if he’s a boy or pink if she’s a girl?
However, I do like hot pink.
Anyway, I made a poll so the few of you out there that actually read my blog can vote on the sex of my baby. I’m also trying to convince my cousin to take bets at my baby shower next month, with the person guessing the correct sex and correct/closest due date winning the pot. We’ll see.