Cheese and Monkeys

Everyone loves cheese and/or monkeys. There is no one who hates both cheese and monkeys. This is the eternal truth.


Oh yeah, bee-atches!

This is what happens when you abuse pee-n-see tests and your husband.

Aaah, so we finally came clean with the friends this week and told them all I'm pregnant with Cletus the Fetus (aka Fetus Face, but that's a little off-color, isn't it? Though, if our child is anything like us, I think it will find the nickname amusing someday). The future baby is due mid-February, and I'm just saying no to the medical field of obstetrics (aka institutionalized misogyny) and going with a midwife. Luckily, we have really good health insurance (thanks grad student union!) and the University has an actual School of Midwifery. We got to hear the heartbeat at an appointment earlier this week, it was really awesome, though it made me giggle, which made the microphone freak out.
So yeah, six more months of hanging out with someone growing in my tummy, and then the rigors of parenthood get to hit us like a ton of bricks. Yaaaay future babies!


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