Welcome

Well, this is no surprise to any of you, but I am now 17 weeks into creating our very own human. It has thus far been a fairly smooth process, an incessant need to go to bed in the 8 o'clock hour and a newly developed aversion to chicken aside. The papoose is now the size of an onion and it is slightly more recognizable that there's a baby in my belly and not that I've been eating too much pizza.

This is what my baby looks like. Err something. 

Mike and I are starting the process of buying a whole lot of stuff. Apparently miniature people need things, lots and lots of things, and I am more than somewhat overwhelmed by trying to find the balance of what we NEED vs. what we might WANT and what is good and safe vs. what is overpriced and provides a false sense of security. It occurred to me that instead of creating hundreds of facebook polls for advice and opinions and annoying 3/4 of my facebook friends in the process, I would create a blog and invite my favorite people to read it to weigh in (if they so choose) on the myriad of baby-related decisions we will be making within the next 5 months. Plus, I thought this would be a good way to chronicle my first time doing this whole pregnancy thing and hey, if I'm motivated, keep those who want to see copious photos of baby Vulture with his BFF Sven in the know. It's also *possible* I'll need some advice at that time.

Oh right, why do we call the baby Vulture? Charming story really. Recently we took a trip to Colorado with our friends Brian and Sarah. While we were having lunch one day, they were asking us about baby names that we liked. (Sidebar: we have really no progress in that area, but I'm sure more on that to come.) I mentioned that I liked the names Wren and Lark for a girl. Brian looked at me quizzically and said, "Why do you want to name your baby after a bird? If you're going to do that, you should name it after a cool bird, like Vulture." Boom, perfect en utero name for the couple who is not finding out what they are having (Much to the chagrin of some of you, I know). So there you have it.

I look forward to all of your thoughts and advice and HELP in the next few months. And with that, Sven has the desperate need to sit on my lap, making it impossible to type. Things could get interesting when his new best friend arrives...until next time.