Marley Discovers his Little Sister!

Chris and I returned home from yet another Bridgewater win last night (Congrats, Coach!) and crawled into bed. Marley decided to join us for some pets and jumped onto the bed and snuggled in between us (which rarely happens!) As we were petting Mar, he quickly turned his head, put his nose on my belly, and just stared... we think listening to her heartbeat... for about 2 minutes. Chris and I didn't dare move either --giving him the opportunity to figure things out.

Unfortunately, Marley soon turned away and gave Chris the saddest, most pathetic look he could muster. He just turned from Chris to me and back to Chris with a look of pure disgust. When, finally, it occurred to us what Marley must be thinking "Uh oh... What if another Simon comes out of there?? Like one stupid brown dog wasn't bad enough!"

I think he'll be pleasantly surprised when we return from the hospital without a crazy brown dog!

Big Day for Big Papa!

Coach Gerber and the Bridgewater-Raritan JV Soccer Team are now County CHAMPIONS! Congratulations!!!!!

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Only 16 more weeks...

Welp... here we are at 24 weeks! Things are moving along nicely. I feel good. Baby is growing. And Chris... is still winning! The mighty Panthers are now 12-1-2 and they play for the Championship on Saturday!

Baby Gerber and I (who are both hopped up on caffine!) just wanted to say that we're VERY proud of our guy -- and we can't wait until the season FINALLY ENDS next week and we get him back!!!

We miss you, Ace! Go Panthers!

Post Script: It's 9 PM. I just surprised Chris with triple chunk chocolate chip cookies and he's jumping up and down like a 4-year-old... it's been a long season ;-)

Uh-oh, Daddy -- You're in Trouble!

Baby Gerber is apparently upset with her absentee father! Last night, after he came home, he shoveled dinner into his tummy (pork roast, perogies, and garlic bread), and, once again, we crawled into bed. Sometime in the middle of the night, I rolled over and snuggled into the nook of Chris' back. Right then, Baby Gerber gave Daddy one swift KICK in the back!

I think she was either trying to say, (a) "Hey Daddy, spend more time with me!" or (b) "Hey Daddy, I'm going to be a great soccer player!"

Either way, I wish she could find a way to punish Daddy without punishing Mommy! I hate being stuck in the middle!!

Groundhog Day

WARNING: Most people read my posts for the humor, or at least daily dose of sarcasm, but this one has a much different feel.

Last night, we got into bed and Chris mentioned that he's beginning to feel like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day. Every night he crawls into bed, only to have the alarm go off at 5 AM -- each day a repeat of the one before. Alarm, shower, drive, work, soccer, eat, bed, alarm, shower, drive, work, soccer, eat, bed, alarm, shower... We've been sooooo busy with work, doctors and other misc. baby prep that the dogs are beginning to bark at us when we come in the door -- "Hey! Who are you?!!? Do you belong here? Oh, you're going to feed me... ok. You can stay. But I'm not going to be happy about it (dramatic sigh)"

Baby's not even here yet and Marley and Simon are already starting to get the shaft. I really feel badly. Marley has been there for us with licks and cuddles for almost 10 years now -- and all the sudden we're living like overnight guests in his house. And, Simon... he's about one Groundhog Day away from eating the couch in retaliation. Seriously, those of you who know him, or have heard tales of his rap sheet of destruction, know that Simon does not adapt well to being ignored.

I've decided that we need to take more time to pet and cuddle the four-legged, furry kids before Baby G arrives and shakes up their world even more. The boys have been too good to us not to get the attention they deserve -- and priorities change TODAY!

The Plot to Assassinate Mommy

I think baby girl Gerber is in there planning my demise. Seriously, I think she's in there with blue prints and diagrams of my internal organs!

"Let's see... last night, I woke Mommy up in the middle of the night with nausea and heartburn... today, I'm going to make her so dizzy she walks into the wall of her cubicle! Tomorrow, I'll kick her in the pancreas!"

New Baby Pics...

• Above are the newest pics of the Gerber Baby! We went yesterday for our 21 week visit with both the OB and the Maternal-Fetal Specialist. The reports were FABULOUS! It appears that I'm the healthiest woman in a 2,000,000 mile radius!
• I'm still flying high from my low (ok... normal!) blood pressure report!!! Thanks to the Gerber Baby and the increased blood flow of the second trimester -- my BP has come down from 148 / 95 at my first visit to 110 / 78! Our baby rocks!!! My Dad suggested that I try to stay pregnant forever -- but instead, I'm just going to pop this baby out and take a BP pill for the rest of my life ;-)
• Our little girl took an opportunity during the Ultrasound to wave to her Daddy (who had the day off and therefore the unique opportunity to come to the doctors appointments with me). Again, the Ultrasound tech commented on GB's beautiful hands! She has very long fingers, and aside from her wave to Daddy, also sucked her thumb and gave us the "rock on" sign (see sidebar pic at right).
• Thanks to Aunt Dana who spent countless hours entertaining us in waiting rooms yesterday!!!!