Apparently this is what 5 months preg looks like, I am the dumpy one... 

More hot dog please! 

Here is some buddy eating his july 4th hot dog. 

Look how cute these diapers look. 

Frogs and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails...

So that was very cool.
I got it on with a Dildo utrasound cam and we saw our little man.
The technition was like, "and these are his boy parts..."
wow, um, technical.

So there is just one, and nary a sight of the three hotdogs I ate on the 4th.

It was sort of surreal. Like watching something on tv,(at a very awkward angle.) Certainly all that activity and animation isn't happening in me.

He weighs 10 oz.

Here come the waterworks...

Ultrasound tomorrow

You know I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. Yes, I want to see the gender of #1 Stunna, but more importantly that everything is alright, that we are growing nicely, that there is only 1 #1 stunna. What if, say, they put that wand there and see, oh I don't know, a Cornish Game Hen or those three hotdogs I ate on July 4th. Or worse of all nothing. I made the whole thing up!

I am 19 weeks and I don't think I have felt anything. I still don't really look pregnant. No one is giving me their seat on the bus or anything...

My emails with a fellow pregnant has made me have to bring up this topic re: ultrasound:
Why do people think it is their god given right to assume and insinuate what a bad mother I am while we decide top find out the gender of the baby?

Example #1 Lady I know: "Are you going to find out the sex?
me: "yes"
LIK: "oh good, I feel bad for people who waste that technology and decide not to find out, it pisses me off"
me: "umm ok" (inside head, why the fuck do other people's intimate decisions affect you even slightly? Guess what? It is none of your damn business!!!)

Example #2
This weird crazy French lady I know: "Are you going to find out zee sex of zee babee?"
Me: "yes we are"
WCFLIK: screws up her face like she is smelling shit "Oh why zat ruins everyzing?"
me: "Because we like to RUIN EVERYTHING?!!?"

I went back and forth about knowing the sex. My friend Maria didn't find out the sex for her first baby and I was like wow that is cool. But I want to know dammit. We were even going to make the utrasound tech write it on a piece of paper and put it in an envelope. But why? You know we weren't even going to make it out of the room with that envelope sealed. I am the type of person who peeks at Christmas present and tried to figure out jon's password so I can look at his emails. I go through people's medicine cabinets in their bathroom. I am nosy. I am not good with surprises. So fuck it. We are going to know and then you are going to know if we know. But I don't think I am going to tell the crazy French lady I know.

So here are the results of the guess #1 Stunna's gender:
My dad: Girl
Mariel: Boyeeee
S.I.L.: Boy
father to be: Girl
Steve and Jaime: the Gay.

Thanks for playing.

Oh Crap.

Sandra Day O'Connor retires. This was no surprise - but I was still in denial.
Roe v Wade...buh-bye.

And Luther Vandross died.

This is a wicked sucky way to start July.