What have we gotten ourselves into?

Our new ward is full of pregnant women. There are seven due by October. And babies. Lots and lots of babies. When I had family visiting one Sunday they could not believe the noise. It gets so loud that it sometimes becomes difficult to pay attention. This is my excuse for the following drawing Brick and I came up with this last sabbath day while "listening" in sacrament meeting:

This is what we decided our baby will look like, after 7 1/2 months of dreaming about his perfection. Attractive, huh? I came up with the double chin, smile and eyes. Brick came up with the nose, ears, tongue, curlycue and nike headband. You can tell he wants a basketball player and I just want a happy michelin baby. We are full of high expectations for our little man.

In the meantime, as we are drawing this masterpiece, imagining the joy of parenthood, the toddler in the pew ahead of us turns around and grins. I think, "oh, how cute, he wants to play!" So I smile back, wave, and touch his chubby little hands.

He rears back and spits at me, a big slimy one that dribbles from my knee to my ankle, because I don't dodge out of the way fast enough. The whole ward sees me try, and the rest of the day I get comments about how all babies aren't that bad. His poor mama.

Wait, what am I thinking? THIS poor mama.

I'm not sure I'm ready to raise a boy.

Hats and more hats

My niece Hannah made this cute little piggy for our baby boy. Can you believe the talent? She gets it from her momma, who made me a crocheted diaper bag. I took initiative from them and decided to get busy on some projects of my own. I had a lot of time on my hands last week since Brick was in NYC for more training, so I sat on my rear watching netflicks and making these for our little boy:

Brick calls this crazy one the jester hat.

The blue and white one goes with his take-home outfit. I love how floppy it is!

And I even made one for the daddy!

We are getting so excited for our little man to arrive!

Just 9 1/2 weeks left! By now he has more clothes than both Brickton and I put together. I love taking each tiny outfit out and imagining what our baby will look like in them. And the dreams have really started, that is when I can sleep! As if it's not bad enough that my hips will be wider once this is all over with, they have to cause me pain while they get there! I really don't mind so much, though, because I know it will be worth it, and Brick has been very sweet throughout the whole pregnancy, and very protective. We had a little scare the other evening on our way to dinner, when I fainted in the car and he couldn't revive me for a couple minutes and he said I was having contractions. So we made a detour to the emergency room (thank goodness his dad works there and we didn't have to do any paperwork or waiting). They made sure me and the baby were ok, but since then, Brick has been even sweeter. I am so grateful to have such a great and supportive husband.

I have no doubt he will be a fantastic daddy.