letter from daddy

we have this really cute journal that i am keeping track of my pregnancy in called the belly book. it has sections for each week so i can record how i am feeling, what the baby is doing, my food aversions... things like that. at the end of each trimester, there is a part where you can share your "final thoughts". geoff wrote in it the other night and i wanted to share what this new daddy wrote...

february 9, 2010
WOW...
i forgot how quickly 6 months flies by. engagement & now 1st and 2nd trimester. by the way now that those initial trimesters are over and we're changing the name... we're done "tri-ing", we're "due-ing"... OH OH OH . (here i must insert, for readers that may be wondering, that this is geoff's laugh). that's right, we have entered the "mester" where our future Miss Messer is due to arrive on the scene. man, will we ever be ready when she's ready? nursery, diapers, clothes, crib, name... OH SNAP... a name. what a huge responsibility. it's not like picking out a shirt she doesn't like that she can toss in the back of her closet or a cd she'll return to best buy. this will be a title that helps define who she is and who she will be referred to as for the entirety of her life. (no pressure... breathe man, BREATHE). one false step and we could scar her pshyche forever. example: we thought of the name honor - great name, noble, beautiful - right? that's what we thought until my superdad protective skills kicked in and i reverted back to the junior high locker room where i would overhear scrubby little thugs talking about wanting to get "on her", thus ruling out a seemingly wonderful name with therapy written all over it... WHEW! we have to think of every nickname, initials combination, sound-alike, and slang usage possible. my under armor efforts begin now, "i will protect this house!" which now includes my baby girl. so like i said, "tri-mester"... uh uh... it's "due-mester" and in due time our baby girl, the player to be named later, will join Team Us and whatever room she sleeps in, clothes she wears, diapers she messes, or name she has on her jersey it will all be done with great care.
baby girl, i can't wait to meet you! just know that until then, your momma and i will continue to pray for you daily to be filled with the joy of the lord, consumed with his compassion for others, and health and safety over your life.
i love you!
daddy

my life would suck without you... an ode.

dear oreos, mountain dew and sweet clementines,
i am overflowing with gratitude for all you do for me.
the joy you bring me in my life is inexplicable.
you ease discomfort, calm frustration and make me a delight to be around.
you are crunchy, delicious, bubbly, and juicy.
you are good for me but sometimes not so good for me.
you put a smile on my face and excitement in my tummy.
and i know you are making my Little Lady happy, too.
with love
always and forever,
lindsay

23 weeks OMG!

the last day

so today is the final day.
the final day of the unknown.

the last day before g and i find out our most frequent phrase we'll be saying over the next 5 months (and, well, forever): baby girl or baby boy.

tomorrow everything will be different.

we will know (almost) everything there is to know about our baby until they arrive in this world.

we won't type "it" or "they" or "him/her" or "him or her" on our blog ever again.

we won't wonder what color to paint the baby's room.

we won't shop for neutral-only baby clothing or toys or accessories.

we will start talking about names.

we will start picking out nursery furniture and bedding.

we will talk about the baby as "he" or "she".

we will have a completely different mindset than before.

we will KNOW.

and that makes it THE most exciting day.

going on 21 weeks

for all of you who have been loyally following our blog, in nail-biting suspense of what size our little fruit is this week...

junior is about 7 inches long and nearing 11 ounces...

three and a half days left

i am on the edge of my seat. WE are on the edges of our seats.
and have been for nearly 2 months now...

WE GET TO FIND OUT THE GENDER OF JUNIOR IN THREE AND A HALF DAYS!

(or as my baby daddy says, we'll find out "WNBA or NBA".)
that means there are only 3 days left to vote for what you think it will be - so cast your ballot! and on tuesday, watch for the outcome...

will team us be chewing on pink candy cigars or blue candy cigars on tuesday??

for all the hostiles out there...

now i won't name names, but some of you are getting pretty hostile (mom/MAHM) because i have not posted any photos of me/my belly in some time. and with good reason - we've been slackers. so i went and took some (rather terrible ones) myself just to appease for the time being. in the meantime, i promise i will get my baby daddy to take some better ones. but for now (shhh, shhh, it's ok)...any one know when i will start to show? is there really a baby in there? i mean come on...
i guess i will have many moons to look large, so i won't complain.
(you may be asking yourself, "how does she look so smooth and held-in to those jeans?" that would be thanks to my sweet friend, leah, who sent me the BE band - the best gift so far! i am still able to wear all of my jeans, unbuttoned, with my BE band holding me in... and holding my pants up because they aren't even zipped. now everyone will know my secrets...)

into the second trimester official pics...

geoff: "now lindsay, stop hamming it up and get in the car! can't be late for our first appointment..."