Thursday, December 13, 2007

MYA IN 3D

Here's a short clip from our 3D ultrasound with Dr. Bradley. About 5 seconds in, Mya starts to look bored, letting out a HUGE yawn!





And below are some of the still shots from the ultrasound. She was generally uncooperative with the doctor -- her head was settled pretty far down in Wendy's pelvis AND she was facing the posterior wall of the uterus. But eventually, she did give us some good looks at her little baby cheeks! The bottom photo is of her little foot. She has a giant toe! The consensus seems to be that she has my nose and Wendy's mouth. What do you guys think? Leave your thoughts by clicking on "Comments" at the bottom right part of this post.










Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Mya's First Christmas?



Okay, maybe not quite yet -- but we're getting there. We snapped this shot on December 5, the day after we got our Christmas tree. It's hard to believe that we're about to start Week 29. We're definitely in the homestretch. Childbirth classes start next week and we're looking forward to it. Next Christmas though...we'll be holding little Mya in front of the tree! (And we'll look GREAT!)

Merry Christmas!

Monday, December 3, 2007

Betting Time!


While we can no longer guess about the whole boy/girl thing -- unless we get a HUGE surprise when she's born! -- we can still make guesses on a few other things like when she's going to be born, what time, how much she'll weigh and how long she'll be. Below are the projected due date and the specs for Wendy and I when we were born. Click on "comments" in the bottom right portion of this box and leave your guesses. The closest ones win an undisclosed amount of babysitting opportunities.

THE WENDY FILE
Birthday: May 10, 1978
Birth time: 9:30 a.m.
Birth weight: 8 lbs., 6 oz.
Birth length: 21 in.

THE ERIC FILE
Birthday: August 17, 1977
Birth time: 8:40 a.m.
Birth weight: 7 lbs., 12 oz.
Birth length: 20 1/2 in.

MYA'S PROJECTED ARRIVAL DATE: February 20, 2008

* THE ERIC FILE and THE WENDY FILE are subject to angry dispute by our mothers who might expect us to know this stuff by now.