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Teddy

Just a quick post (and two days late) to say that Humpy is Humpy no more. Let me introduce Teddy. Legally, he's Edward, but we're calling him Teddy because that's the way we roll. I'm remarkably tired and I don't have that many more coherent sentences in me, so I'll end it here for now. The short version is: Sarah did an amazingly job throughout a very long birth, and Teddy's an awesome little guy More to come...

This Vs. This

I've got a twenty dollar bet going with Sarah. The last time I made one of these, it was about whether Humpy would turn out to be a boy or a girl. I chose boy, not because I really believed it but just to be contrary. Regardless, I won myself a cool twenty dollars. This new bet is about who Humpy's going to look like, me or Sarah. There's strong argument either way. One of the first things I noticed when I started dating Sarah was that everyone on her mom's side looks alike. They call it The Demon Panetta Gene. Sarah, her mom, her Aunt Pat, and most of her Aunt Pat's kids look alike . Her Uncle Sergio's kids look more like Sergio than Sally. And her Mom's siblings themselves look either like their father or like members of his family. When Sarah visited her grandfather's family in Italy, she was taken aback by all the resemblances. She would find herself thinking, "That lady has the exact same legs as me!" And the McLeans: same thing. ...

One, Twice, Three Times a Humpy

Twelve Weeks A lot of you have heard this story before, but before we went to the first ultrasound I'd naturally assumed I wouldn't be able to make heads or tails of what I saw. I think that in my head I was picturing ultrasounds from the olden days, where they looked like photos of deep space or of someone's colon. But as you can see, while a little grainy, everything was easy to make out. My first thought was, "That baby is HUGE for twelve weeks!" forgetting that they'd magnified things about a thousand times. I also didn't realize that I was looking at still photographs. They'd get a good angle, snap a picture, and then hold on it to do measurements. But then a few minutes in, when the technician was looking for a new angle, the kid started rocking out. He (although we didn't know it was a he just yet) actually flipped over on his side and flipped back again, way faster than I ever thought something that small could move. And for the re...