an overdue announcement...

It could be much worse in the overdue sense but still...

Baby Nielsen is on his/her way!  Coming August 1st (or thereabouts... I dare ya to ask me what I think about due dates!)... so that makes us 18 weeks today.

I didn't intend to make this such a prolonged announcement... and honestly, most people who see us regularly have already figured out that I'm pregnant (duh)... but we've just been... busy.  Toddlers do that to you... even with their early bedtimes and required naps.  When they're up and awake, they are moooving (and getting into everything!) and when Corbin-o finally crashes in his crib for the night, I'm catching up on everything else- or crashed on the couch (more accurate as of late!)

But so far its been an easy pregnancy.  Mr. Incredible has commented a few times that he forgets I'm pregnant (thanks!  Working hard over here!) and if I'm being honest, up until a week or so ago, there were times I would forget too (like when I licked the spoon of raw cookie dough... oops).  But there's no forgetting now, I'm afraid, as my newest parasite is busy practicing ninja kicks and back flips and getting comfortable on certain painful nerves.  But nothing too bad.  I do think we created a ninja or a gymnast or something that likes to spin but that's all kind of fun right now.

So my coffee intake has decreased dramatically... I've added a daily vitamin cocktail...

My daily number of trips to the bathroom has exponentially multiplied (though not all night...yet), and Nora has morphed into my 'super companion,' refusing to sleep anywhere but right next to my side of the bed at night and following me around all day.

Nora's nightly crash after Corbin goes to bed...

When I came home from my first prenatal appointment, I stuck the ultrasound pic on the fridge (the one that looks like an inkblot test... not the cute ultrasound pic where you can actually see the baby's head and oh I don't know arms and stuff).  We started talking to Corbin about his new baby, pointing to the picture and my tummy.  He repeated "baby?" several times and when asked where the baby was, he would point to either pic or tummy.  A day later we pointed to the ultrasound pic and asked, "Corbin, who's this?"  To which he replied, "Norman."

Really.  

He said Norman.  I'm pretty sure he's never heard the name Norman before but whatever string of sounds he put together came out exactly like Norman.  Mr. Incredible and I both heard it and our jaws hit the floor.  If you recall, Corbin also named our reindeer, 'Ralph' so this isn't that far off base for him.

I should note, we will NOT be naming the baby Norman.  Norman Nielsen?  Oi!  And it could be a girl!  Norma?  Sorry Corbin but I don't think so!  But for now, we're ok with calling him/her Norman.

Also by the way, we will end the "him-slash-her" debate next week!  Like last time, we'll find out the gender as soon as possible so we can begin the excruciating (for us) task of picking a name.  It would be nice this time around to just 'pick a name.'  But I'm not so optimistic :(  Many a marital spat was born over my list of baby names and Mr. Incredible's absolute veto power (arghh).

So that's the news.  Feel free to start your name submissions or gender guesses... we can use all the help we can get in the name department and I love a good poll/vote!

And thanks for reading this self-gratuitous dribble that I call a blog!