Look who's 31!

Speaking of the Little One

The Little One is 33 weeks along right now, and we had an ultrasound this morning to check everything out. Good news -- it's growing and developing just like it's supposed to and it doesn't seem like there are any problems to worry about right now. Whew.

We did learn more about our child -- apparently he or she is shy, because one hand stayed in front of its face whenever we tried to get a good look at it. Still, we got a few shots, so let the debate begin about whether Lilo looks like Colin or me!

Swollen potatoes

As you can see from this picture (taken on a recent trip to Indianapolis to see the Wendlings -- more on that soon), I'm getting to the large stage of pregnancy. At 33 weeks, I can really no longer see my feet due to that giant tummy in the way.

So when I do get to see my feet, I'm a little surprised by them. For those of you who don't know, my feet are already a bit of a family joke, and one of the things that comes with late-stage pregnancy is poor circulation. Which leads to puffy feet.

The other day, I caught a glimpse of my ankles (can you really call them that if they're too puffy to distinguish?) in the mirror and made a quick dash to the couch to restore some circulation down there. "My feet look like swollen potatoes!" I said to Colin.

"No," he said back. "Just regular potatoes."

(By the way, I should add that he was trying to be funny, and I laughed.)