We Have Movement

Evidently, Fee loves cheerios. Not only was he kicking the heck out of Caryn, but I actually saw her stomach move for the first time!!! It's only a matter of time until the incubation period is over and this thing bursts out of her stomach, starts spitting acidic saliva and eating our faces. My son will either be a soccer player, karate champion, or an alien. Make me proud son; make me proud.

The Nursery

Here's the before shot of baby's room. I was going to do a step by step series but I think the effect will be better if you go from this to the finished product. The blue lining is actually tape because I was about to paint the room. The doctor doesn't want Caryn to smell a lot of paint fumes so painting became my solo mission. I guess Caryn has to carry Fee for 9 months so I shouldn't complain. Ladies, it's an excuse that works for anything. "Why do I have to do the dishes?" "Because I have to carry this bowling ball for 9 months." "Why can't you run to the store for eggs?" "Because my feet are so swollen from carrying YOUR son that it hurts to walk." We men have no comeback to this so it's better off just to do it. Besides, not that I want to admit it, she's right.

Fee's Getting Larger

Here's Caryn at around 23 weeks (just over 5 months for you "non-breeders"). Caryn went from a flat stomach to this in about 2 weeks. He is a good kicker and swimmer...likes to speed-bag her bladder. Both Caryn and fee are happy, healthy, and beautiful. I however, have gained 30 pounds, started losing my hair, and gotten a job at the nuclear power plant. No, wait, that was Homer Simpson.