Now introducing, the wonderful, the white, the ever-expanding....Kelli Belly!
Enjoy!
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Friday, August 24, 2007
Post 7
Hey there!
What's up?
TGIF my friends! This week has been pretty tough on the parents of the Deuce (that's Kelli and me for those who went to public school). We finally got the space-internet up and running (yes that's why we had to launch the Space Shuttle last week...and I'm pretty sure that "foam" that hit the exterior of the shuttle was a Koozie) and it's working at a snail's pace, which by the way is top speed at the dirt farm. Slow internet at our house is measured in geologic time....and fast is when a page actually loads, except for the pictures (that's hyper-speed if the pictures actually load with the rest of the webpage). So we're somewhere in between...not quite as slow as glacial ice in winter, but closer to the speed of grass growing...in winter. Yes we are living the high life my friends. How sweet it is.
Kelli is doing GREAT! She's really turned the corner. I think the pukes are over, which is good for her, but is seriously cutting into my fun time. I'm going to miss those stories. Seriously, she's really doing well. She's learned to manage her diet to minimize the sugar crashes (this brings on the puke party), and is actually exercising and working out (not really, I'm just saying this in case Dr. Garner is reading this).
Only two things are really changing on K-Tel, and that's the BELLY and the booblies. Everything else is staying the same size, which is fine really, but she's going to look like an avocado on a toothpick at this rate. (I bet this comment gets edited out by the boss.) Her belly is really starting to pooch out, which I think is very very cute. (and yes I PROMISE to post the photos of the belly tonight)...and the upstairs...I mean, I wasn't complaining before but this is just over-the-top.
The belly is so cute! I mean, how can you not think that a little baby belly poking out is cute? Well....I can tell you how you can think it's not cute.
You see, we went to Babies R Us last weekend, which freaked me out a lot, and there were a few chicks there with there big pointy bellies sticking out in the wind. I mean bare skin, big ol' outty-to-the-max belly button showing, just hanging out there with the bottom of the t-shirt hiked up around mid-belly. NICE! And these are respectable-looking people except for the belly shot. I mean, do I, Dad of the Deuce, want to walk around all day in a mesh t-shirt because it's darn refreshing and keeps me cool? Yes! Yes indeed! I'd like to walk around without a shirt on like I did when I was a kid in flip-flops on my yellow Schwinn Scrambler (fastest bike in Windmill Hills). But do I? No! HE** NO! There are unwritten societal rules (in my case they actually are written) that we don't break....and showing the belly (the entire belly) is very high on the list. This belly-showing is uncalled for, and frankly, is a serious breach of protocol in my book. I mean, I get it lady, you're pregnant, that's great for you, what a blessing, but dude, keep it to yourself. If we're at a swimming pool in Cabo, by all means, let it see daylight, but in Lewisville in Babies R Us....keep it under your outlet mall Banana Republic shirt, PLEASE!
Ok....that was good to get off my chest. Don't you all agree this is uncalled for? Hit the comment button below and let us know what you think. I know..if you're hot and stuff, then showing some belly is appropriate if you're going to a club in LA or filming your music video with Jay-Z, but not in the burbs, man. Give it a rest and keep it at the house.
Ok, back to Babies R Us... As all of you already with child know, a store like BRU is seductive to a certain extent. I mean, all the strollers, with all the pretty shiny different colors of plastic, all the furniture with all the bedding (which I didn't know about), and $300 breast pumps with different "adapters" are very "we-gotta-have-that" cute (the pumps and the accoutrements aren't that cute though...actually they are scary). As a man, the provider (and the bystander...and soon to be the "here hold this" guy), frankly the place terrified me. The feeling I got when we walked in their reminded of of what it feels like as a man when you and your GF have decided to "just think" about getting married and you both go into the jewelry store for the first time "just to look at some ring styles, honey". The minute you walk in, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up a bit, because you know, there are many people all around you who have decided to make it their life's work to GET YOU TO SPEND A LOT OF MONEY. You are the prey, and you are being hunted, and your partner-for-life is leading you to the deer feeder. "Oh look honey, it's a big metal thing out here in the middle of the woods and corn comes out of it, and it's yummy, oh my this is so delicious and then BLAM BLAM BLAM".....you're dead. I can see we will dropping some serious coin at BRU....strollers and blankies, and pack-n-plays and.....but what really scares me are the baby "boutiques" all over the place. Little innocuous shops in the mall or in strip shopping centers, selling $200 onesies (yes I learned what a "onesie" is also last weekend) and organic rubber pacifiers. These places are the scourge of the baby retailing world. Please say a prayer for me that K-Car doesn't get hooked on that stuff.
But I know, it's all for a good cause...it's for the children and I am a terrible person for thinking these things but I can tell you....all men think this, but only the dim-witted ones let anyone know they're thinking it.
Man this is a long post...sorry about that.
You know it seems like we've been pregnant for a long time, and I attribute this to the fact that, having gone through IVF. We knew when we were 2 weeks pregnant, versus "normal" people who find out 8 weeks into it or so. IVF is a blessing indeed. For instance, how many people do you know who have a picture of their kids when they only had 8 cells? You can add K and I to your list! This is the picture of the Deuce BEFORE they were put back into mom by the good doctor. No, this isn't biology class, this is real life. Isn't technology amazing?
That is wild wild stuff.
What can I say, we are blessed beyond what we deserve (well what I deserve really).
Ok folks, better wrap it up for now. I need to get back to my slow crawl towards world domination. Hope you all have a great Friday, and we'll catch you on flipside. I'll post THE BELLY shot tonight.
Don't be scared.
We love your comments so, in the words of 70's super-group Supertramp...."Give a Little Bit"....give us some feedback. K-Pax always asks what you all are saying.
Thanks for dropping by.
What's up?
TGIF my friends! This week has been pretty tough on the parents of the Deuce (that's Kelli and me for those who went to public school). We finally got the space-internet up and running (yes that's why we had to launch the Space Shuttle last week...and I'm pretty sure that "foam" that hit the exterior of the shuttle was a Koozie) and it's working at a snail's pace, which by the way is top speed at the dirt farm. Slow internet at our house is measured in geologic time....and fast is when a page actually loads, except for the pictures (that's hyper-speed if the pictures actually load with the rest of the webpage). So we're somewhere in between...not quite as slow as glacial ice in winter, but closer to the speed of grass growing...in winter. Yes we are living the high life my friends. How sweet it is.
Kelli is doing GREAT! She's really turned the corner. I think the pukes are over, which is good for her, but is seriously cutting into my fun time. I'm going to miss those stories. Seriously, she's really doing well. She's learned to manage her diet to minimize the sugar crashes (this brings on the puke party), and is actually exercising and working out (not really, I'm just saying this in case Dr. Garner is reading this).
Only two things are really changing on K-Tel, and that's the BELLY and the booblies. Everything else is staying the same size, which is fine really, but she's going to look like an avocado on a toothpick at this rate. (I bet this comment gets edited out by the boss.) Her belly is really starting to pooch out, which I think is very very cute. (and yes I PROMISE to post the photos of the belly tonight)...and the upstairs...I mean, I wasn't complaining before but this is just over-the-top.
The belly is so cute! I mean, how can you not think that a little baby belly poking out is cute? Well....I can tell you how you can think it's not cute.
You see, we went to Babies R Us last weekend, which freaked me out a lot, and there were a few chicks there with there big pointy bellies sticking out in the wind. I mean bare skin, big ol' outty-to-the-max belly button showing, just hanging out there with the bottom of the t-shirt hiked up around mid-belly. NICE! And these are respectable-looking people except for the belly shot. I mean, do I, Dad of the Deuce, want to walk around all day in a mesh t-shirt because it's darn refreshing and keeps me cool? Yes! Yes indeed! I'd like to walk around without a shirt on like I did when I was a kid in flip-flops on my yellow Schwinn Scrambler (fastest bike in Windmill Hills). But do I? No! HE** NO! There are unwritten societal rules (in my case they actually are written) that we don't break....and showing the belly (the entire belly) is very high on the list. This belly-showing is uncalled for, and frankly, is a serious breach of protocol in my book. I mean, I get it lady, you're pregnant, that's great for you, what a blessing, but dude, keep it to yourself. If we're at a swimming pool in Cabo, by all means, let it see daylight, but in Lewisville in Babies R Us....keep it under your outlet mall Banana Republic shirt, PLEASE!
Ok....that was good to get off my chest. Don't you all agree this is uncalled for? Hit the comment button below and let us know what you think. I know..if you're hot and stuff, then showing some belly is appropriate if you're going to a club in LA or filming your music video with Jay-Z, but not in the burbs, man. Give it a rest and keep it at the house.
Ok, back to Babies R Us... As all of you already with child know, a store like BRU is seductive to a certain extent. I mean, all the strollers, with all the pretty shiny different colors of plastic, all the furniture with all the bedding (which I didn't know about), and $300 breast pumps with different "adapters" are very "we-gotta-have-that" cute (the pumps and the accoutrements aren't that cute though...actually they are scary). As a man, the provider (and the bystander...and soon to be the "here hold this" guy), frankly the place terrified me. The feeling I got when we walked in their reminded of of what it feels like as a man when you and your GF have decided to "just think" about getting married and you both go into the jewelry store for the first time "just to look at some ring styles, honey". The minute you walk in, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up a bit, because you know, there are many people all around you who have decided to make it their life's work to GET YOU TO SPEND A LOT OF MONEY. You are the prey, and you are being hunted, and your partner-for-life is leading you to the deer feeder. "Oh look honey, it's a big metal thing out here in the middle of the woods and corn comes out of it, and it's yummy, oh my this is so delicious and then BLAM BLAM BLAM".....you're dead. I can see we will dropping some serious coin at BRU....strollers and blankies, and pack-n-plays and.....but what really scares me are the baby "boutiques" all over the place. Little innocuous shops in the mall or in strip shopping centers, selling $200 onesies (yes I learned what a "onesie" is also last weekend) and organic rubber pacifiers. These places are the scourge of the baby retailing world. Please say a prayer for me that K-Car doesn't get hooked on that stuff.
But I know, it's all for a good cause...it's for the children and I am a terrible person for thinking these things but I can tell you....all men think this, but only the dim-witted ones let anyone know they're thinking it.
Man this is a long post...sorry about that.
You know it seems like we've been pregnant for a long time, and I attribute this to the fact that, having gone through IVF. We knew when we were 2 weeks pregnant, versus "normal" people who find out 8 weeks into it or so. IVF is a blessing indeed. For instance, how many people do you know who have a picture of their kids when they only had 8 cells? You can add K and I to your list! This is the picture of the Deuce BEFORE they were put back into mom by the good doctor. No, this isn't biology class, this is real life. Isn't technology amazing?
That is wild wild stuff.
What can I say, we are blessed beyond what we deserve (well what I deserve really).
Ok folks, better wrap it up for now. I need to get back to my slow crawl towards world domination. Hope you all have a great Friday, and we'll catch you on flipside. I'll post THE BELLY shot tonight.
Don't be scared.
We love your comments so, in the words of 70's super-group Supertramp...."Give a Little Bit"....give us some feedback. K-Pax always asks what you all are saying.
Thanks for dropping by.
Monday, August 20, 2007
Post 6
Hey there!
Wanted to get this up here quickly. It's blurrier than I hoped it would be but I suppose for free hosting, the video compression isn't bad (like I know what video compresison is).
Here is a portion of the video of the sono from last week. It starts off a little slow...the doc does some measuring (or "MAYsuring" if you are from Texas) in the beginning. Apparently the "butt to head" length is most important rather than the traditional head-to-feet method commonly used on already-born people. I think they skip the leg length because they are curved and weird-looking. I don't blame them although they look pretty cool when one of the deuce is jumping in the video. In the video he also measures skin fold thickness on the back of the neck, etc. Of course all of this is very esoteric and frankly, I think it's made up. I have a master's degree and I have no idea what they are looking at, but I suppose that last 2 years in medical school is where they learn to look at these things. Doctors are smart and stuff.
My Montage 8/20/07
We have decided to go ahead and take pictures of the belly DAILY and keep them on file, then paste them together as a film to show the deuce growing in their papoose. K-Dog is such a good sport isn't she? I will post them here and there as we go along. As you may be able to tell, there isn't much to do on the dirt farm.
Gotta run. Still no internet service at the dirt farm. I'm posting this from an elementary school library and I've just been spotted. Nosey librarians.
BTW, Kelli is doing really well. No major pukes to report. We had a minor belly incident on Friday. Charles and I were playing a rousing game of "Aggresively Try To Shove Charlie Off The Bed" the other night and SOMEONE (not to name names) jumped on Kelli's belly. (Thankfully it wasn't me or we'd be repainting the walls). As a general note, it is not good for a little dog to jump onto a pregnant belly, no matter how cute the little dog is...and YES, I GOT INTO B.A.T. (Big A$$ Trouble) by the Boss for this. Stupid Charlie, he's always trying to get me in trouble. As you know, I am not cute enough to be immune to "being in trouble" by mom. I had to go sit in time out. This was not in any of the pregnancy books, by the way.
Ok...enough for now. Hopefully we will get our space connection fixed tonight and tomorrow we can post at-will. Ah, what a day that will be.
Thanks for dropping by.
Wanted to get this up here quickly. It's blurrier than I hoped it would be but I suppose for free hosting, the video compression isn't bad (like I know what video compresison is).
Here is a portion of the video of the sono from last week. It starts off a little slow...the doc does some measuring (or "MAYsuring" if you are from Texas) in the beginning. Apparently the "butt to head" length is most important rather than the traditional head-to-feet method commonly used on already-born people. I think they skip the leg length because they are curved and weird-looking. I don't blame them although they look pretty cool when one of the deuce is jumping in the video. In the video he also measures skin fold thickness on the back of the neck, etc. Of course all of this is very esoteric and frankly, I think it's made up. I have a master's degree and I have no idea what they are looking at, but I suppose that last 2 years in medical school is where they learn to look at these things. Doctors are smart and stuff.
My Montage 8/20/07
We have decided to go ahead and take pictures of the belly DAILY and keep them on file, then paste them together as a film to show the deuce growing in their papoose. K-Dog is such a good sport isn't she? I will post them here and there as we go along. As you may be able to tell, there isn't much to do on the dirt farm.
Gotta run. Still no internet service at the dirt farm. I'm posting this from an elementary school library and I've just been spotted. Nosey librarians.
BTW, Kelli is doing really well. No major pukes to report. We had a minor belly incident on Friday. Charles and I were playing a rousing game of "Aggresively Try To Shove Charlie Off The Bed" the other night and SOMEONE (not to name names) jumped on Kelli's belly. (Thankfully it wasn't me or we'd be repainting the walls). As a general note, it is not good for a little dog to jump onto a pregnant belly, no matter how cute the little dog is...and YES, I GOT INTO B.A.T. (Big A$$ Trouble) by the Boss for this. Stupid Charlie, he's always trying to get me in trouble. As you know, I am not cute enough to be immune to "being in trouble" by mom. I had to go sit in time out. This was not in any of the pregnancy books, by the way.
Ok...enough for now. Hopefully we will get our space connection fixed tonight and tomorrow we can post at-will. Ah, what a day that will be.
Thanks for dropping by.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Post 5
Hey there!
Sorry we've been away a while.
You see, out at the dirt farm, we aren't served by the "normal" internet providers like AT&T, Verizon, nor "Insert Cable Company Name of the Week Here". We have SATELLITE internet service. That's right, if you thought your DSL switch was too far away and your service was slow....try having your internet service coming from SPACE! Space is very far away from my computer at home...that being said....our internet service is absolutely the worst internet service on the planet bar none. I'd venture to say that it's the worst internet service in the Universe...yes, it SUCKS big time! Now I would never mention WildBlue Internet Services LLC outright as our provider (if you call something that works about once a week "providing") because they would probably be angry with me that I am telling my audience of 4 how terrible they are, but I must say....they truly truly are the worst internet provider ever!
Big Breath.....man that felt great! I still hate them though.
I'm not dissing the idea that space is a great place to receive media from. At the dirt farm, we receive all of our media from space. Yes, we are highly advanced dirt farmers.
We have DirectTV (or DirecTV...I don't know which way to spell it but I do advocate saving as many T's as possible) and we have XM Radio at home and in the Sweetness and in K-Dog's giganto Tahoe. Personally I love XM Radio with all my heart....it is one of the finest inventions of the 21st century (well we're only 7 years into it but still...it's greatness). So one would think....why not internet service from space too? Space has a lot of upside...I mean, we are surrounded by it so you would think that no matter where you are on the earth, you can look up and see space and thus be able to get all kinds of media. Well, it doesn't work that way....and we are ever so aware of the limitations of space-based internet service at the dirt farm...CUZ IT DON'T WORKY NO MORE.
That being said....we have been delayed in getting a post up because we have no mo' internet at home. And YES, we have been made aware that numerous individuals, and you know who you are, have missed us. Sorry for the gap in coverage folks....we will resume broadcasting immediately.
So...how's Kelli doing?
Well, she's doing great! We have some funny puke moments I'd like to share with you (man, she is a puking machine) but first, I gotta tell you about the HIGH-RES Sonogram we had last Friday.
Now I know from past experience that looking at sonogram pictures is not usually the highlight of your week. I've seen friends' sonogram pictures and I'm always wondering "Jeez that looks like an alien blob...how do you know what is the head and what is the butt...and how do they know that's a foot?...and why is the arm all curvy?...and AM I THE ONLY PERSON WHO THINKS THESE THINGS AND AM I GOING TO HELL FOR THINKING THEM?" I mean, it's black and white and blurry and frankly, you need to have an eye for these things to understand what you are looking at. So, when I sat down to watch LIVE Kelli's sonogram, I was fully prepared to crank out a bunch of ooh's and ahh's and earnest looks of concern when really I had no idea what I was looking at. (Now that I think about it, I do this a lot anyway)...BUT...it was truly amazing.
Watching it "Live from New York" was so cool. I mean, you can see them both moving around and jumping and jumping....jeez they jumped a lot...and moving their arms...it was Boogie Fever time in K-Dog's belly. (well it was Friday and almost Miller Time...). It was amazing to say the least, especially considering that Kelli and I had seen those two little jumping beans when they had about 8 cells each. That was back in the old days. Now they had bones and hands and feets and lips and little eye holes...it totally freaked me out....and they were MOVING!
God is awesome. Whoever says that we all came from mud out of a swamp and that all this miracle of life just "happened" naturally has never seen what I saw Friday. What a miracle. Chokes me up thinking about it ( I know I'm a sap....sorry).
We have a video of the entire deal too, and as soon as I figure out how to convert the video to MPEG I will post it on the blog (maybe not in its gripping 10 minute entirety but maybe the Reader's Digest version). Awww technology. Great when it works.
So...like I said, Kelli is doing very well. The other day she had left the house early to go to work so she could run by the store to buy her friend at work a birthday cake (or cupcakes or something like that) (isn't she so nice!) so she SKIPPED BREAKFAST (gasp!) and headed out the door. Well onthe way to the office she got the cake and headed over to Whataburger (fine purveyors of natural healthy food for pregnant women and babies) and then headed to work. On the way from WB to work, the dreaded puke monster snuck up on her...and well, having nothing to puke in while driving, she had to puke in the WB bag full of yummy breakfast treats....NICE!!! Needless to say, she skipped WB and grabbed something else for breaky.
There have been other entertaining (for me) puke events but I will leave those for another post. Here's a cute one....in the middle of a contract negotiation meeting last week I looked down at my buzzing Blackberry and read the following message from Kellli (this is verbatim): "Well I wasz leaving work for lunch and threw up. Urgh! Good thing I had a place to pull over and was by myself. Then I nearly peed my pants from hurling so hard." Poor little devil....I was the only person laughing in my meeting..... That still makes me smile but makes me sad too....good grief she deserves a medal.
I will wrap up for now. Will promise to do better with posting more often.
Hope we made your day a little brighter. Say a prayer for Kelli and the Deuce. They need all the help we can give them.
Thanks for stopping by.
Sorry we've been away a while.
You see, out at the dirt farm, we aren't served by the "normal" internet providers like AT&T, Verizon, nor "Insert Cable Company Name of the Week Here". We have SATELLITE internet service. That's right, if you thought your DSL switch was too far away and your service was slow....try having your internet service coming from SPACE! Space is very far away from my computer at home...that being said....our internet service is absolutely the worst internet service on the planet bar none. I'd venture to say that it's the worst internet service in the Universe...yes, it SUCKS big time! Now I would never mention WildBlue Internet Services LLC outright as our provider (if you call something that works about once a week "providing") because they would probably be angry with me that I am telling my audience of 4 how terrible they are, but I must say....they truly truly are the worst internet provider ever!
Big Breath.....man that felt great! I still hate them though.
I'm not dissing the idea that space is a great place to receive media from. At the dirt farm, we receive all of our media from space. Yes, we are highly advanced dirt farmers.
We have DirectTV (or DirecTV...I don't know which way to spell it but I do advocate saving as many T's as possible) and we have XM Radio at home and in the Sweetness and in K-Dog's giganto Tahoe. Personally I love XM Radio with all my heart....it is one of the finest inventions of the 21st century (well we're only 7 years into it but still...it's greatness). So one would think....why not internet service from space too? Space has a lot of upside...I mean, we are surrounded by it so you would think that no matter where you are on the earth, you can look up and see space and thus be able to get all kinds of media. Well, it doesn't work that way....and we are ever so aware of the limitations of space-based internet service at the dirt farm...CUZ IT DON'T WORKY NO MORE.
That being said....we have been delayed in getting a post up because we have no mo' internet at home. And YES, we have been made aware that numerous individuals, and you know who you are, have missed us. Sorry for the gap in coverage folks....we will resume broadcasting immediately.
So...how's Kelli doing?
Well, she's doing great! We have some funny puke moments I'd like to share with you (man, she is a puking machine) but first, I gotta tell you about the HIGH-RES Sonogram we had last Friday.
Now I know from past experience that looking at sonogram pictures is not usually the highlight of your week. I've seen friends' sonogram pictures and I'm always wondering "Jeez that looks like an alien blob...how do you know what is the head and what is the butt...and how do they know that's a foot?...and why is the arm all curvy?...and AM I THE ONLY PERSON WHO THINKS THESE THINGS AND AM I GOING TO HELL FOR THINKING THEM?" I mean, it's black and white and blurry and frankly, you need to have an eye for these things to understand what you are looking at. So, when I sat down to watch LIVE Kelli's sonogram, I was fully prepared to crank out a bunch of ooh's and ahh's and earnest looks of concern when really I had no idea what I was looking at. (Now that I think about it, I do this a lot anyway)...BUT...it was truly amazing.
Watching it "Live from New York" was so cool. I mean, you can see them both moving around and jumping and jumping....jeez they jumped a lot...and moving their arms...it was Boogie Fever time in K-Dog's belly. (well it was Friday and almost Miller Time...). It was amazing to say the least, especially considering that Kelli and I had seen those two little jumping beans when they had about 8 cells each. That was back in the old days. Now they had bones and hands and feets and lips and little eye holes...it totally freaked me out....and they were MOVING!
God is awesome. Whoever says that we all came from mud out of a swamp and that all this miracle of life just "happened" naturally has never seen what I saw Friday. What a miracle. Chokes me up thinking about it ( I know I'm a sap....sorry).
We have a video of the entire deal too, and as soon as I figure out how to convert the video to MPEG I will post it on the blog (maybe not in its gripping 10 minute entirety but maybe the Reader's Digest version). Awww technology. Great when it works.
So...like I said, Kelli is doing very well. The other day she had left the house early to go to work so she could run by the store to buy her friend at work a birthday cake (or cupcakes or something like that) (isn't she so nice!) so she SKIPPED BREAKFAST (gasp!) and headed out the door. Well onthe way to the office she got the cake and headed over to Whataburger (fine purveyors of natural healthy food for pregnant women and babies) and then headed to work. On the way from WB to work, the dreaded puke monster snuck up on her...and well, having nothing to puke in while driving, she had to puke in the WB bag full of yummy breakfast treats....NICE!!! Needless to say, she skipped WB and grabbed something else for breaky.
There have been other entertaining (for me) puke events but I will leave those for another post. Here's a cute one....in the middle of a contract negotiation meeting last week I looked down at my buzzing Blackberry and read the following message from Kellli (this is verbatim): "Well I wasz leaving work for lunch and threw up. Urgh! Good thing I had a place to pull over and was by myself. Then I nearly peed my pants from hurling so hard." Poor little devil....I was the only person laughing in my meeting..... That still makes me smile but makes me sad too....good grief she deserves a medal.
I will wrap up for now. Will promise to do better with posting more often.
Hope we made your day a little brighter. Say a prayer for Kelli and the Deuce. They need all the help we can give them.
Thanks for stopping by.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Post 4
Hey there.
Thought I'd post a scan of our last sonos of the Deuce. (If you click on it you get a great high-res pic) We had these done a few weeks ago...thought you'd like to see them. They were done with the vaginal sonograph (aka Mr. Microphone). This Friday we get some really cool 3-d sonos and I will be sure to post them. Hope you have your special glasses so you can see them.
The top pic is of them both, and the others are individual shots of either Bo or Luke. I'm not sure which one is which yet but they say I will learn that eventually, about the time they are born and stuff. Bo and Luke...they're just good ol' boys, never meanin' no harm. I am telling you...for people who don't believe in God, I can say they must have never looked at a sonogram. The miracle of life is truly amazing. On these sonos, if you look really closely you can see them smiling. I had a hard time seeing the smiles, mainly because I'm not sure they even have lips. You can sort of see their arms forming...just long enough to be able to push a lawnmower. Things are coming along quite nicely I must say.
So How's Kelli doing? Pretty darn good. Yesterday we had a puke-free day, but terrible heartburn last night. We ate a bit late and I think that came back to bite her. She also has to sleep on her side which HAS to be annoying...the things she does for the Deuce. She is awesome.
All in all, Kelli is doing pretty well...we met at our homebuilder's office last night and obviously she had stopped by the local health-food market (QuickTrip) because she was choking down a big bag of Gardetto's and a 32 oz. sody pop ($0.49 all summer long at QT). The deuce probably think we live at a movie theater. This may explain the heartburn. Gotta keep her sugar up though, seriously...because once we dip down below "serious-nausea" level, it is hard to get her back up. I'm proud of her for keeping up with her meals...gotta feed the Deuce!
We have had numerous requests for some belly shots, and Kelli told me last night that her belly is starting to pooch out (of course I have not noticed and she still looks like a super-hot superfox megababe to me). If I can talk KK into taking some belly shots, we will get them up here on the Deuce blog. If she declines, I may post a few shots of mine. That's a bit terrifying now that I think about it.
Better close for now. Have a super day and we will chat at you later.
Monday, August 6, 2007
Post 3
Hey there. Thanks for stopping by.
How's it going? Pretty good here. Had a great weekend. K-Karr and I went over to Derrel's house and built some cabinet doors for her kitchen. It was fun and Derrel was pumped about the doors. Kelli supervised, really, which is good because if anyone needs supervision, it's yours truly.
So...how's Kelli? She's doing well. Her stomach muscles are sore and today I learned our babies are the size of kiwis. That's a fruit in Australia I guess...
We made it through the first trimester, or 12 weeks. That's a big deal. We've been worried crazy about miscarriages, and other bad bad things, and supposedly the probability that those things occur dramatically decreases once you've made it past the first trimester. What can I say? God continues to bless us.
How's it going? Pretty good here. Had a great weekend. K-Karr and I went over to Derrel's house and built some cabinet doors for her kitchen. It was fun and Derrel was pumped about the doors. Kelli supervised, really, which is good because if anyone needs supervision, it's yours truly.
So...how's Kelli? She's doing well. Her stomach muscles are sore and today I learned our babies are the size of kiwis. That's a fruit in Australia I guess...
We made it through the first trimester, or 12 weeks. That's a big deal. We've been worried crazy about miscarriages, and other bad bad things, and supposedly the probability that those things occur dramatically decreases once you've made it past the first trimester. What can I say? God continues to bless us.
Well....it's Monday and we've both had a tough day. Better close for now. Hope you all have a great day and we'll chat back with you later.
Friday, August 3, 2007
Post 2
Well so far, it looks like the blog is well received. I have changed the settings such that ANYONE can leave a comment now, versus only Google members (or whatever this special class of technosnobs is called...I don't know a lot of stuff like how to fix the settings on my blog page)
Of course, the quality of the blog is always a function of how well it is maintained. It's a bit presumptuous on our parts to assume you all want to know what we're up to, and I guess that's the problem I have with the whole blogging phenomenon. Like I really give a rat's ass what butterfly landed on your head today...I've got my own crap to deal with, right? But I suppose a lot of our friends want to know what we're up to, how the deuce are doing, blah blah blah, and this saves them the trouble of having to call us, and us the trouble of having to repeat the same story 35 times. It's efficient, you see....and arm's length, which is good for me, especially when I'm being a cranky pants, which is a lot.
So...as I write this, K-Fed is laying in bed (well it IS after 8pm, people!) being nauseous, after a rousing trip to Pei Wei, which SOMEONE just HAD TO HAVE FOR DINNER (the party to be left unnamed). I'm glad we can do the things she wants to do though. Of course, after getting in The Sweetness (that's what I call my car) and heading back to the dirt farm (our house), she immediately started feeling nauseous, only after lecturing me about my very loud gum chewing, which I must admit, is very loud as compared to the sound of small bits of pollen blowing around in the air or a feather gently falling to the ground. Gosh I am so obnoxious with this gum. It is so very loud.
How's Kelli? I hear this throughout my day, which is nice because the very nice people I work with are very concerned about her health and this is very very nice. I work with some really great people...no doubt. Well...let me tell you how Kelli is doing today.
Kelli is doing very well, but a bit nauseous. This nausea really only hits her at night, around 8pm, unless she brushes her tongue while she's brushing her teeth in the shower in the morning...if that happens, she goes into auto-puke mode which is really very hard to turn off. Also, if she takes her pregnancy vitamin (or "Horse Pill" as we call it) then she goes into nausea mode, but not auto-puke. Most people tell her, her doctor included, that if she eats something before she takes the Horse Pill then she won't become nauseous....and this works almost 0% of the time. What can I say? She is a puker.
She's also a bit sneezy lately. No idea why she's sneezy, but she is. Other than that, she's getting a "poochy belly" (my term), which, turns out, kinda looks like my "poochy belly" minus the disgusting forest of hair intertwined with t-shirt lint covering it.
Today she went to Sprouts, a new healthy organic grocery store close by where they have oats and granola and vegetables galore, and brought back a giant bag full of very healthy gummy bears, and a second very large bag of very healthy cinnamon gummy bears. She also brought home a large plastic container of healthy bagel chips, and some fruits and vegetables. As you can see, we pretty much cover the entire food pyramid at our house...fruits, vegetables, grains, and gummy bears.
Oh well...she LOVES those gummy bears. As long as they don't push the auto-puke button on the way down...she can eat all the GB's she wants.
Talk to you later. Thanks for stopping by.
PS, just thought I'd post a picture of Charles Brown (he insists that you call him "Charlie") for fun. He is the best dog at our dirt farm for sure!
Thursday, August 2, 2007
First Post
Hey there! Thanks for coming by. Just wanted to let you know what the plans are here for this blog.
Kelli and I have wrestled with figuring out how to let people in on our personal path to pregnancy nirvana. You see...we've been trying to have a baby for about two years now, and frankly, it's been a bit of pain in the butt. You probably aren't that interested in the bad stuff, but we plan to stock more good stuff than bad stuff here so it will work out in the end. Like I said...we're glad you're here.
THE DEAL
We started out just trying to have a baby...trying to get pregnant that is, and man, that was not bad work. I'm telling you....you could do worse. Unfortunately, just "doing it" without a net didn't get it done. So...of course, you go see the doctor and you get checked out and turns out, my team is doing ok, but the practice field is a bit of a mess.
So we get Kelli on Clomid and some other fun infertility drugs, and I mean fun as in, "Gee that's fun when Kelli is happy then tears my head off for chewing gum too loudly in the car"...yes, that kind of fun. The bright side is, we get to try a lot, AGAIN, at least a lot more than we normally would, but turns out it still doesn't work. A tough row to hoe indeed.
So we go back to the infertility doctor, and we start some different drugs and try IUI, or intrauterine insemination. Yes, sounds delightful doesn't it? I went from making love to my lovely wife to inseminating her....not exactly a word you'd hear in a Barry White song. That would be kinda funny though "Oh baby baby, I want to love you, rub you down, and inseminate you all night long..." I'm sure he may have at least tried using that word. Too hard to rhyme something with inseminate though I'm sure.
Well IUI doesn't work either...and we decide to go directly to IVF, or in vitro fertilization. Test tube babies...indeed. Wild wild science stuff. I don't know if you know how this works, but if you don't, it's your lucky day, because I'm going to explain it to you.
IVF was invented in the late 70's, and is still being perfected today. The idea is this....first, stop the woman's menstrual cycle with birth control pills. Then, once that happens, the woman takes a drug that stimulates her ovaries to produce a very large amount of eggs. After weeks of monitoring the number of eggs in each ovary, and measuring the size of the follicles on the ovary (the follicles on the ovaries contain the little bitty eggs), a different drug is given to the woman that causes her follicles to collapse, pushing the eggs out into the uterus. The exact moment this occurs, the fertility doctor retrieves the eggs during a surgical procedure and puts each one in a petri dish. At that time, the embryologist takes a sperm, and physically injects the spermy guy into the egg, which, at that time, the egg is fertilized.
The doctors monitor the fertilized eggs over 3 or 5 days, after which a certain number of fertilized eggs are inserted back into the woman's uterus. Now the woman is given very high doses of estrogen to start the baby cooking process. (Yes, this estrogen is fun too). Fast forward two weeks (which feels like an eternity and over which approximately 10,000 prayers are said and serious promises are made to the Big Man) and you find out if it worked. Yes, a regular old pregnancy test is taken.
Well...now you are practically a doctor so pat yourself on the back and join a country club....
For K-Dog and me, the first IVF try didn't work, which was personally crushing for both of us and frankly sucked very very much. However....
The second time, voila!, it worked. Thank God...literally. We were blessed....twice!
We are having twins! And no...we don't know if they are boys or girls or both, yet. That will be in a few more weeks. For now I call them the deuce...as in Little Loose Deuce. We've had some fun with that as in "The Duece is Loose" or "The Deuce Grows Kelli's Caboose" or Kelli is now "The Duece Papoose" or "The Deuce Moose". I haven't run that last one by her but I'm pretty sure she's not going to like it. It's funny for me though.
At this writing, we have been pregnant about 11 weeks....I know....we started the blog late but really, not much has been happening up to this point. We've had a lot of nausea, some throw-ups (by both of us), headaches, sugar crashes, general crankiness, and lots of late-night pee-trips....and that's just me. Really, Kelli has been a trooper.
From here on out, we both will be posting updates to this blog so prepare for some seriously fun stuff...or maybe just a fun little stroll down our weird little life path.
Again, thanks for stopping by.
Kelli and I have wrestled with figuring out how to let people in on our personal path to pregnancy nirvana. You see...we've been trying to have a baby for about two years now, and frankly, it's been a bit of pain in the butt. You probably aren't that interested in the bad stuff, but we plan to stock more good stuff than bad stuff here so it will work out in the end. Like I said...we're glad you're here.
THE DEAL
We started out just trying to have a baby...trying to get pregnant that is, and man, that was not bad work. I'm telling you....you could do worse. Unfortunately, just "doing it" without a net didn't get it done. So...of course, you go see the doctor and you get checked out and turns out, my team is doing ok, but the practice field is a bit of a mess.
So we get Kelli on Clomid and some other fun infertility drugs, and I mean fun as in, "Gee that's fun when Kelli is happy then tears my head off for chewing gum too loudly in the car"...yes, that kind of fun. The bright side is, we get to try a lot, AGAIN, at least a lot more than we normally would, but turns out it still doesn't work. A tough row to hoe indeed.
So we go back to the infertility doctor, and we start some different drugs and try IUI, or intrauterine insemination. Yes, sounds delightful doesn't it? I went from making love to my lovely wife to inseminating her....not exactly a word you'd hear in a Barry White song. That would be kinda funny though "Oh baby baby, I want to love you, rub you down, and inseminate you all night long..." I'm sure he may have at least tried using that word. Too hard to rhyme something with inseminate though I'm sure.
Well IUI doesn't work either...and we decide to go directly to IVF, or in vitro fertilization. Test tube babies...indeed. Wild wild science stuff. I don't know if you know how this works, but if you don't, it's your lucky day, because I'm going to explain it to you.
IVF was invented in the late 70's, and is still being perfected today. The idea is this....first, stop the woman's menstrual cycle with birth control pills. Then, once that happens, the woman takes a drug that stimulates her ovaries to produce a very large amount of eggs. After weeks of monitoring the number of eggs in each ovary, and measuring the size of the follicles on the ovary (the follicles on the ovaries contain the little bitty eggs), a different drug is given to the woman that causes her follicles to collapse, pushing the eggs out into the uterus. The exact moment this occurs, the fertility doctor retrieves the eggs during a surgical procedure and puts each one in a petri dish. At that time, the embryologist takes a sperm, and physically injects the spermy guy into the egg, which, at that time, the egg is fertilized.
The doctors monitor the fertilized eggs over 3 or 5 days, after which a certain number of fertilized eggs are inserted back into the woman's uterus. Now the woman is given very high doses of estrogen to start the baby cooking process. (Yes, this estrogen is fun too). Fast forward two weeks (which feels like an eternity and over which approximately 10,000 prayers are said and serious promises are made to the Big Man) and you find out if it worked. Yes, a regular old pregnancy test is taken.
Well...now you are practically a doctor so pat yourself on the back and join a country club....
For K-Dog and me, the first IVF try didn't work, which was personally crushing for both of us and frankly sucked very very much. However....
The second time, voila!, it worked. Thank God...literally. We were blessed....twice!
We are having twins! And no...we don't know if they are boys or girls or both, yet. That will be in a few more weeks. For now I call them the deuce...as in Little Loose Deuce. We've had some fun with that as in "The Duece is Loose" or "The Deuce Grows Kelli's Caboose" or Kelli is now "The Duece Papoose" or "The Deuce Moose". I haven't run that last one by her but I'm pretty sure she's not going to like it. It's funny for me though.
At this writing, we have been pregnant about 11 weeks....I know....we started the blog late but really, not much has been happening up to this point. We've had a lot of nausea, some throw-ups (by both of us), headaches, sugar crashes, general crankiness, and lots of late-night pee-trips....and that's just me. Really, Kelli has been a trooper.
From here on out, we both will be posting updates to this blog so prepare for some seriously fun stuff...or maybe just a fun little stroll down our weird little life path.
Again, thanks for stopping by.
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