CRAVINGS!!!!!!! a Metamophosis

"Jimmy, on your way home can you stop and get me a McDonald's ice cream cone?...wait...I think I actually want breadsticks with ranch dressing."

"ok, should I stop by Dominos?" says me

"no, just go to Food Lion and then call me from the appetizer section...and HURRY!" meg encourages.

"Ok, I'm here, and they've got, spinach artichoke dip, wings, corndogs, hotpockets..."

"no, nah, can't have that, uh uh..."

"I think I want MEAT!"

my head spins

"hold on" i say "let me look with the frozen pizzas...." "aha, breadsticks..."

"NO, that sounds flavorless."

"????"

"Do they have pretz...?"

"aha, pretzals"

"yeah, with salt, and ranch!!!! Hurry, hurry, hurry!!! 450 degrees?... I'll preheat!"

So that is the tale of how Icecream became Pretzals.

Hello SMALL CHILD!!!!!!

Check out the most recent pics.... En route to Salt Lake City, Utah for a wedding (where I, Jimmy Skiied in the Big Awesome Utah mountains) we stopped by Annapolis to get this ultrasound done. It was quite cool... as you can see the little INDIVIDUAL has a considerable amount of room to squirm and as I've been saying "FLAIL"... Meg promptly corrects me... "I don't think she/he is "flailing", but I persist.

It is strange because for the last few weeks prior to this photo, Meg's only complaint was "I don't feel pregnant!" in fact, I feel better than I've felt in a long time. "Is there really something in me?"

So you can imagine our excitement/surprise when this totally formed human being was sitting there having a good old time! And like a good Frith descendant the child, though squirming, and not paying attention, did a quarter turn at the last and struck the pose you see above!

Alas... we're pleased. Everything seems to being going fine, and we have made this all public info now.

One AMAZING fact that I was reading (pray NOW for this) is that our kid will undergo MORE CHANGES in his/her life from week 10-13 than ever again in its life... so if you're gonna pray for someone... do it when they are between 10 and 13 weeks old and you are likely to get the most bang for your buck.

1st Visit to Delivering OB

Yesterday we went to our first appointment with the Obstetrician who will deliver the baby.

Objective 1: Meet and ask questions.
Objective 2: Don't run into any of Megan's pregnant friends, or other important people while at the OB/GYN together.
Objective 3: Try to hear heart beat.

Results:
Ob #1: Met doc, very nice, the nurse was even nicer and was able to answer many questions and both offered to be available to heed any questions we may have along the way.
Ob #2: Pulled in, parked, made it into the waiting room. No friends! Waiting, reading, look out thru the window, and OHHH NO!... here comes one of Jimmy's colleagues...we were compromised, but wait....so was she :) "We won't tell, if you don't tell". We did consider making up some story about Cervical cancer (but why's Jimmy there you ask?...) Thats a question for either Allison Ochs or Laura (Anderson) Walbert.
Ob #3: Heartbeat... doc said it was probably a bit early but we'd give it a try...Loud and CLEAR!!!... Sounded just like this at top speed!!! ( Turn up Volume and Click Here)

Yep, We're Pregnant!!!!!

These are photos from the weekend where we told our families our fun news! We made them work for it however....with a little word game!

With Jimmy's family we played at the Green Leaf (In Williamsburg, VA). Providentially both parents, Paul, Hannah, and Richard, as well as Paul's friend Erin were all at the table. We expained the game as a word game that we were going to use at Bible Study on that Wednesday, and we needed to try it out. (lies, lies) The family was pleased to be the focus group.

The premise was that each person drew a card from the pile and played it in turn, the objective in the end was to assemble a SENSIBLE sentance using only 3 colors, and no more than 3 of each selected color. The progression followed something like...

...dog
...dog on ball
...way on ball, dog
...we have a dog on ball
...we have a dog in the oven
...we have a bun? in the oven

Dad Garrity "We have a bun in the oven...you do?"
Jimmy "We do..."

Everyone..."What!!!!!!!!!, What!!!!!!!!! you're pregnant!!!!!!!"

On the Voss side, it followed similarly around the coffee table, after they bought the story about the game it began...

...dog
...the dog on
...the dog is on the way
...the oven is on the dog
pause

Then Tommy started getting wise to it...in a flurry...

...we have bun in oven (ignoring all the rules about colors, number of words, etc.)

Silently and quickly he bent across the table and embraced his daughter. Then it hit 'em all!

Susan..."I thought I'd never hear those words!"

Meg... "but mom, you can't tell anyone for 3 more weeks!, I mean it!"
Mom V... "No one? Not even MY mom?!"
Meg... "NO"
Mom V... "Ha, but I can call the Garrity's, I have to tell someone!!!"

She left they chatted and when she arrived back Mom V reported that she'd forever be referred to as...........

GRAND DEVA!!!!!

This of course was all in the midst of an ad hoc Mardi gras party that the Voss's threw, so we went back to wearing masks and celebrating, now with newfound reason!!!

Join us as we cheer on our little baby celebrating God's Awesomeness

I had to PEE SO BAD for this! It was HILARIOUS/ PAINFUL ... her bladder was pretty much the size of a grapefruit...you could totally see it on the computer screen!

The instructions were to arrive at X time with a full bladder... well when is the last time you SUCCESSFULLY asked a pregnant women to HOLD IT (full mind you) for 30 minutes as she sat in the waiting room while the hospital ran behind schedule. I couldn't even focus on the goofy action movie we were watching cause SHE has to pee soooo bad.

But alas, we saw out little guy/girl and he/she measured in at about 1cm... henceforth...I've been cheering Grow Baby Grow!!!!