our first box of huggies diapers

Paul and I went to Costco yesterday and bought our first box of Huggies disposable diapers (with Gigglastic waistband!).

There was some question as to whether we got the right size, but from what we hear from friends with babies, we're gonna use 'em and it's time to start stockpiling our inventory.

I think I was a Pampers baby, but I say whatever holds the stuff in (and is on sale) is fine with me!

we've graduated from fruit to common household objects

Ah, remember the days when the baby was the size of a grape?

Well, at 25 weeks, the baby, according to Babyfit.com, is....

..."about the size of a household telephone."

What kind of phone? A sleek modern kind that cordless? A fat old one with a rotary dial? What? What?

A couple of weeks prior, the baby was "the size of a Nerf football" and "about the size of a Barbie doll."

I can only imagine what's coming next. If I see "about the size of a the car you drive," I'm in big trouble.

Ten fingers, ten toes, and one.... well, you know.

20 weeks - foot
Originally uploaded by mrsmcj.

This is a picture of Baby Boy McJannet's right foot at 20 weeks.(Yes, if you haven't already heard, it's a boy!) Hard to believe that was a month ago, but I've been too busy to post pictures. There are two pretty clear pictures of his profile which I will post on our website later.

So far, so good. The baby is active on a fairly regular schedule. Paul and I met our friend Shari (and her 4-month-old daughter)at Babies R Us over the Veteran's Day weekend where she helped steer us towards the baby stuff we really need. (Babies R Us is a so huge- how can something so small need so much stuff?!) Paul got to shoot the scanner gun at bottles, diapers, car seats, strollers, you name it. We were there for an additional hour after Shari left, making it a grand total of 2 1/2 hours spent at the store! That pretty much wiped me out for the day. I'm considering it training for when baby arrives.

I'm going to be such a good father.

Paul and his Oakley Medusa
Originally uploaded by mrsmcj.

This is:

a) The Predator, Oakley style

b) An Oakley Hair Rejuvenator

c) The latest in diaper changing technology (We are having a boy after all.)

d) Paul's latest Oakley acquisition, the Medusa.

your baby is the size of a lima bean

When we found out we were pregnant, I started visiting ParentCenter.com and signed up for their weekly emails. In each email, they detail how big the baby is and what kind of changes your body may be going through. (So far, they've been pretty accurate!) What cracks me up is that they use food to help you visualize your baby:

• 7 weeks: Your baby is the size of a raspberry.
• 8 weeks: Your baby is the size of a kidney bean.
• 9 weeks: Your baby is the size of a grape.
• 10 weeks: Your baby is the size of a kumquat.

Clearly, they are subliminally telling pregnant women to eat their fruits and veggies. When does the baby become the size of a hot fudge sundae, I'd like to know!

When we had our first ultrasound at 7 weeks to determine the "age" of the baby, it looked nothing like a raspberry. It was more like a round dot in a bigger dot. Paul and I christened the dot "Skittles." Like our baby, Skittles is made by the same company that makes M&M's. McJannet& McJannet... I know, how deep is that? ;)

the first trimester: the gag order has been lifted

I think the hardest part of the 1st trimester was not being able to tell anyone about it (except for immediate family, of course.) Even my doctor cautioned us about making our pregnancy public. So, now that I am well into my 2nd trimester, I'm going to gross you out with all the dirty details...

Just kidding! There are just some things better left unsaid. You mothers out there know what I'm talking about. (And your significant others, too, I'm sure.)

So here is a quick rundown of the 1st trimester as I can best remember it:

1. Morning sickness was at a minimum. I was really lucky. I did develop a wierd gag reflex every time I brushed my teeth in the morning. Every morning for 2.5 months. And for those nauseous moments, Preggy Pops were the bomb.
   
2. Since I couldn't commiserate with anyone, my mission was to get any pregnancy book I could get my hands on. I think I have at least six books, ranging from "The Baby Center's Guide to Pregnancy" to "The Girlfriend's Guide to Pregnancy" to "Pregnancy Sucks." I even got Paul a book, "My Boys Can Swim! The Official Guy's Guide to Pregnancy" Of course, his book is more on the lighter side and 1/4 the number of pages than any of my books. I think Paul was relieved when I finally bought books from Costco that were best sellers and had nothing to do with nausea and epidurals.
3. I developed a superhuman sense of smell. I could smell cigarette smoke 2 blocks away. We don't have "Taco Night" for dinner at home anymore because the seasonings make me ill.
   
4. For the first three weeks after I found out, I made it a mission to continue my three-times-a-week workouts and yoga classes. I did pretty good until I suddenly couldn't keep my eyes open around the end of the work day. I had to leave at 4 p.m. in order to have enough energy to drive home for a nap. I think I took 1-2 hour naps every day for two months. And, I could still take on a night's sleep. There were some nights where I'd wake up and have a hard time getting back to sleep, but those days are long gone. I haven't been to the gym in months. I find doing a laundry and carrying it up two flights of stairs is good exercise. I still do yoga at work once a week; my one saving grace.
   

I'm sure there are other things I'm forgetting. Paul will probably chime in soon with. "Hey you forgot..." I'm sure his viewpoint will make for some interesting posts on our blog.