Bumper Art

So, as you can see, because your Mom is so tiny, she's actually starting to show a little bit! Holly can't wait until she's properly showing; at this nebulous "kinda showing" stage she's afraid people will just think that she's been eating too many sweets or partaking in too many brewskies. But soon enough that little belly will be a big baby bump! And since the pants are already not fitting, we think we're in for a big bump! Us Weinsteins are big babies when we're born. Depending on who you ask, they might say that we're big babies when we're adults too. But those people are hardly worth listening to.

Your dog Toby (that's the white one [don't worry, you can learn their names later]) really wanted to be in these pictures too, but I cropped him out, as he didn't really fit in the frame. But here are his cameos:
It'll be really fun to spot him when there are like 50 pictures that he's darting in and out of. Well, maybe your definition of "fun" isn't the same as mine; but you'll understand when you get older that fun has to be had in small doses.

Speaking of your dogs, though, I think it's time we tell them that you're on the way. They might not react too well, they're not to used to sharing your Mom. Me they could probably do without.

On a side note, with each passing day the nausea seems a little less and less severe; we're almost to the point where your mother is enjoying life again! But the cravings continue...whenever I hear a little "crinkle crinkle crinkle" coming from the kitchen late at night, I know that it's your Mom hitting those Rice Krispies one more time before bed.

We may wind up having to name you "Snap," "Crackle" or "Pop." Well, "Pop" is taken already (my dad is your "Pops" (see picture)). But "Crackle" is pretty nice!

Now Showing!

Today is picture day! "What's picture day," you might ask? Well, your Mom and I are going to document your growth by taking a picture once a week of your Mom's belly. When we're all done, we're gonna make a time lapse movie of it and put sappy music behind it! It'll be really cool, and we'll probably show it at key points during your life to embarrass you: Graduation, Wedding, First Date, Every subsequent date. Don't worry; we do it because we love you!

But, looking at your Mom without even the side-by-side pictures, it's easy to see that she's already showing!

Now, I really thought this was a "food baby" (or distended bowel, if you want to get technical...and gross); but apparently, as I'm told, this visual change in your Mom's physique is NOT, I repeat, NOT a food baby! It's actually you! It's a legitimate BABY BUMP!

You're growing so much! And that makes sense, because on Sunday, you'll be 10 weeks along!

Everyone's so excited you're coming to live with us, by the way. The Grandmas and Grandpas are ecstatic, and so are all your Aunts and Uncles!

Some of your cousins don't quite know what to make of this development, though, as Uncle Aaron and Aunt Holly will have to be shared now!

Your cousin Kathryn seems the most confused: she told Holly, "that boy has a baby in his belly!" So, not only did she think I was the one who was pregnant, but she also seemed to have misplaced my identity. Perhaps I was just some stranger who let myself in to the room. But, we quickly reminded her that I am "Unkie A" (although she calls me "Aaron"). But you, you can call me "Dad!" (Or whatever you want...as long as it's G-rated)

P.S. Your Mom's battle with food has continued. We went to Japanese food, and your Mom ordered Beef Teriyaki, which is basically a steak (I don't know why I'm explaining that, because as of now, you don't really like to eat anything except for amniotic fluid or something). But, I digress, she could only take one bite of it, and then couldn't touch the rest. Needless to say, my lunch the next day was awesome. I mean, who eats steak for lunch!? But, on a sadder note, the aversion to my odor continues. Even though I wear a car-freshener around my neck.