Next week we'll be finding out the gender o' the Lott Baby. It's odd sometimes to think that this child is the most-recent addition to the Lott lineage. My super-cheeky-cutest-talky-talk-talk-chatter-punkin Riley, a.k.a. Nieces Pieces, is close to it, though my cousin Eric's latest daughter...
The guy made 3 beautiful girls... invest now in paper products...
is the most-recently recent with Lott blood nourishing her carriage.
I want to do the best I can as a future-dad to take care of my wife during pregnancy, and therefore LoBaLA (LottBabyLA). For now, it's taken the form of talking to the bump and feeding extra foods to them. This kid's getting a lot of organic materials, fo' sure.
We will indeed be finding out the gender of the baby, so that we can prepare ourselves and our closest for Who's Next. We're feelin' Boy, people are saying "Girl," but what do they know?
Last chance to buy into the Gender Pool! $10 at my PayPal account.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
12 Weeks, 2 Kinda Freaked Out People, 1 More Scan
Last week we got a much better ultrasound - and experience - from a new clinic.
With the constant repositioning of life overall, our health insurance only covers certain places for certain appointments at certain times on the Mayan calendar. Our first technician's scan, in the first/previous post, will now be recounted in this short play:
Interior - Doctor's Office - Day
Alicia is in a half-gown with ultrasound jelly smeared across her lower abdomen. The Technician is staring at the screen and pushing buttons silently on a keyboard directly in front of herself. Geoff is on the opposite side of the room, trying to decipher what they are looking at, while the Technician stares at the screen and silently pushes buttons at random.
With the constant repositioning of life overall, our health insurance only covers certain places for certain appointments at certain times on the Mayan calendar. Our first technician's scan, in the first/previous post, will now be recounted in this short play:
Interior - Doctor's Office - Day
Alicia is in a half-gown with ultrasound jelly smeared across her lower abdomen. The Technician is staring at the screen and pushing buttons silently on a keyboard directly in front of herself. Geoff is on the opposite side of the room, trying to decipher what they are looking at, while the Technician stares at the screen and silently pushes buttons at random.
ALICIA:
(to Technician)
Can you see anything?
Is that dark part the womb?
TECH:
(heavy accent)
Nyo. Iut iuz... yizz, dis is voom.
GEOFF:
Can you see anything in there?
Can you tell us what we are looking at?
TECH:
(3 seconds of silence, before...)
Voom. And baby. About 7 and a half veek.
She punches at more buttons for 10 minutes.
Alicia and Geoff leave after that.
THE END.
==========
So, that was that. Nothing really great about the experience.
This time was much different. Our tech was a bit older, more experienced, and made our first tech look like a wax figure of a thought. We joked a bit, got to hear the baby's heartbeat (157pbm!), and she showed us some great stuff. We watched the little Lott move around, and readjust its position from facing outward to rolling over to one side.
Alicia is looking lovely, despite her avoidance of mirrors. Her slight bump is being well tended-to, spoken-to, and rubbed regularly. She is going to be a gorgeous and glowing mother, sunkissed and only slightly grumpy. She's past most of the "What smells bad?" stage, which took hold slightly after we married. A walk around our local Farmer's Market yesterday tired her out, but the extra hour of sunlight is changing moods all over here.
Geoff is FOR the whole parenthood thing, even as many comics like to joke about being anti-kid and Down With Fatherhood! Yes, he is embracing the fact that he's got responsibilities to this child and his wife and will surely use it all for as much comedy as it can produce.
And to close it out, the latest pic of the newest Lott!
You can totally see how it's growing a sense of superiority... sniff... just like it's daddy.
Gorgeous.
(to Technician)
Can you see anything?
Is that dark part the womb?
TECH:
(heavy accent)
Nyo. Iut iuz... yizz, dis is voom.
GEOFF:
Can you see anything in there?
Can you tell us what we are looking at?
TECH:
(3 seconds of silence, before...)
Voom. And baby. About 7 and a half veek.
She punches at more buttons for 10 minutes.
Alicia and Geoff leave after that.
THE END.
==========
So, that was that. Nothing really great about the experience.
This time was much different. Our tech was a bit older, more experienced, and made our first tech look like a wax figure of a thought. We joked a bit, got to hear the baby's heartbeat (157pbm!), and she showed us some great stuff. We watched the little Lott move around, and readjust its position from facing outward to rolling over to one side.
Alicia is looking lovely, despite her avoidance of mirrors. Her slight bump is being well tended-to, spoken-to, and rubbed regularly. She is going to be a gorgeous and glowing mother, sunkissed and only slightly grumpy. She's past most of the "What smells bad?" stage, which took hold slightly after we married. A walk around our local Farmer's Market yesterday tired her out, but the extra hour of sunlight is changing moods all over here.
Geoff is FOR the whole parenthood thing, even as many comics like to joke about being anti-kid and Down With Fatherhood! Yes, he is embracing the fact that he's got responsibilities to this child and his wife and will surely use it all for as much comedy as it can produce.
And to close it out, the latest pic of the newest Lott!
You can totally see how it's growing a sense of superiority... sniff... just like it's daddy.
Gorgeous.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
We Did It!
That's right, folks!
For all the right reasons - ranging from "Love" to "Some People Have 14 Of Them" - Geoff & Alicia, heretofore referred to as "We," are going to have a BABY! What better way to announce it to the world than a public blog? Wow, how far we have come, huh America? It used to be that you'd announce a pregnancy at dinner, after a few drinks, and then her parents would ask you to leave the table.
BUT NOT NOW! WOO HOO!
We're quite excited, in between the bouts of restlessness, irritability, hormonal tsunamis, aches, nausea, hunger siege, and finding the best prenatal vitamins.
So, let's get going with the Q&A.
Actually, I'll just put in the A, you can imagine the Q for yourselves.
So happy you can read, and care!
And with no further adieu...
For all the right reasons - ranging from "Love" to "Some People Have 14 Of Them" - Geoff & Alicia, heretofore referred to as "We," are going to have a BABY! What better way to announce it to the world than a public blog? Wow, how far we have come, huh America? It used to be that you'd announce a pregnancy at dinner, after a few drinks, and then her parents would ask you to leave the table.
BUT NOT NOW! WOO HOO!
We're quite excited, in between the bouts of restlessness, irritability, hormonal tsunamis, aches, nausea, hunger siege, and finding the best prenatal vitamins.
So, let's get going with the Q&A.
Actually, I'll just put in the A, you can imagine the Q for yourselves.
- About 12 weeks. We'll let you count backwards to see when the Little Blessing was sent along.
- We're feeling "boy," but truly, we want a healthy, chunky, pink baby with a proportioned head, and partiality to quick, painless entrances.
- Yes, we have picked out names for either gender. We're keeping them secret, unless you already know, in which case you can tell other people and we'll deny we ever met you.
- No, not until the baby's at least 6, unless it's born with it, then we'll just let it grow naturally.
- Yes, we will find out the gender. Some people want to be "surprised," but when it's 50-50, the only surprise is giving birth to a live sturgeon.
- Not really, but it would be nice to find one who speaks English as even a 3rd language.
- NO WAY! You're gross, grow up. Go to YouTube, weirdo.
- Yes, we will be banking the blood from the umbilical cord. The blood's ability to aid in healing and reversal of some diseases counts majorly toward holding on to it. Stem Cells, people.
- Not in a kiddie pool, no.
- We embrace Life just enough to let It know we Appreciate It. Then we let It do It's thing. That's why.
So happy you can read, and care!
And with no further adieu...
LOTT BABY L.A.!!!
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