We have enough interest that the Peep Show will go on! It will be smaller than previous years, but that is okay. :)
All-O-ver, Ol-i-vore . . . we're learning that Oliver's name has some fun mispronunciations.
Also, ask him what is name is and this is what you'll hear: "My name is Oli . . . Oli . . . Oliv . . . Oli . . . I don't know."
Here I am at SFO. Again. What should have been a 40 minute layover has turned into a 5 hour layover with merely a possibility of getting on the red-eye at 10:30. Flying standby. And if I don't get on the standby flight . . . they tell me my next shot at JFK isn't for 24 hours. Yeah. So let's hope that doesn't happen. And if I don't get on standby, well, there's got to be another way home.
S: Oliver, Is Mom a child of God?
O: Yes!
S: No, Mom is a grown up!
The one night -- ever -- when Micah and I get to bed at 10:00 and could, feasibly, get 9 hours of uninterrupted sleep, Simon wakes up crying inexplicably at midnight and can't go back to sleep, Oliver falls out of bed, and we're all out a couple of hours of sleep. Clearly we need to never try to go to to bed early. It's the only way to get a good night's sleep around here.

We are not having a chinchilla. *sigh* We are having a boy. He was being very modest during the ultrasound, though, so we have to take the doctor’s word for it. He could see all sorts of things we couldn’t see. But we could see his head and face. In fact, we could see that he was sticking his tongue out at us and making faces.

Either that or he was doing the little baby wave and saying, “Hi Dad and Mom!” It was probably the faces. I can’t imagine where he got that from . . .

He also surprised us by being bigger than they expect a 19 week old fetus to be. He was the size of a 20 week old fetus. Imagine that. This was especially surprising considering the havoc his enormous size has wreaked on my girlish figure:

But he is not necessarily big enough for them to change my due date. Maybe I’ll be due April 24th. Maybe I’ll be due May 1st. Who knows? Either way I am about to the halfway point, which is kind of exciting.

Another thing that is kind of exciting is that this is our 100th post. And in case you are wondering, all of the pictures are of our boy’s head, with his body going off to the left side and his arm up by his head at the top of the picture. Isn’t he just the cutest little thing you ever did see?
Congrats Liz and Micah!
And just for the record, Liz do you remember me saying that I thought it was a boy, when we had dinner on Sunday, but Chad still thought it was a girl? So it’s turns out that I guessed right! Whoo hooo.
Congrats again- I couldn’t be happier for you.
Just glad I was right. Oh, and he looks just like Micah!!
(That won’t be the last time you get a ridiculous comment like that about how much or how little your child resembles one of you.)
Hooray! And I think your girlish figure is definitely changing! You ARE starting to get a belly (A very tiny one, but one nonetheless).
My body definitely is changing. I’ve even not been able to button my pants twice.
Hee hee! This should go down in Heiselt history… I was actually right! I think it’s the first time I’ve EVER guessed the right gender on a baby-in-progress. Congrats you guys. He sure is handsome. Even if he does look like Micah.
I sure hope he looks like Micah. The reason I married him was so my kids would have half a chance at being good looking.
He’s bigger than I thought a 19-week old fetus to be, but then again, it is halfway through. And I guessed right! Oh and by the way, Liz, lay off the cheetos. It can’t be the little munchkin making all of that enormous bulge you call a figure.
Mmmmm . . . cheetos. Actually, I don’t think I could eat cheetos if I wanted to. They just don’t appeal to me at all.
Isn’t he a cute little guy? I think he had the hiccoughs last night. Either that or he was practicing rhythmic kicking for twenty minutes.