Sunday, December 28, 2008

Open hands

Open your hand. Go on, open it. It won't kill you. Either one, left or right. I opened my left, because that is the hand that I write with.

Did you open it? Now, look at it. Spread your fingers out. Are you ready for this factoid?

That's the size of Poppy.

If we could look at Poppy in the eyes (which we don't want to do right now) "shem" would be resting in the palm of your hand. Poppy is 5 inches long and weighs in at a whopping 3.5 ounces. And Poppy has ears! Loud noises (like me laughing, or listening to Michael Jackson in the new g-ride) startle Poppy. And, if you can believe this, over the next week there will be fingerprints on the teeny, tiny little fingers that will be with Poppy through all of their days. That is, when the little thumb is not in the little mouth.

Please note that I am trying REALLY hard not to use "it" and I have to be creative.

Poppy is 17 weeks en utero tomorrow. I am almost... ALMOST half-way through this business you call pregnancy. 3 weeks to go before we hit the top peak and then start the downhill descent.

And I look pregnant. Sometimes. Right now, I feel like I look like I just do not know any better and am wearing clothes that are too tight (with elastic waist bands). But, today I was walking into the hospital to see Will (who is on call tonight, again) and my reflection in all 86 life-size window panes showed a bump that could not be mistaken for too many cocktails, candy bars, and too few miles in the New Balances.

That was a bump under that shirt.

Oh, Poppy-- let's pray for random hands off my belly, the nausea to subside, and you to grow safely and soundly for another few months.

Also, I updated my "gadgets" on meetthenewestcagle-- see to the right? That's how many days until our ultrasound (I had to redo an "end of the world/alien" countdown-- can you tell??), above is a pollster- what's Poppy's gender?? Boy or girl-- you pick. Will and I are very curious to find out. Lower right is a 3D rendition of what computer generated Poppy looks like en utero each week. My friend Faris had one of these on her page & I thought it was neat to track her future Eliza Faris.

So, open your hand again- grab the mouse, drag it to the top & cast your opinion on what the Cagles are having!

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Bless us, Oh Lord...

Tonight was Brennan Family Christmas. This has been a tradition in my mother's family since before I can remember. Always, ALWAYS the weekend before Christmas- mom, her sisters, and all my crazy cousins get together for a weekend of shopping, eating, drinking (drinking), and being Merry & Bright.

A long time ago, Big Dad told His Girls that he did not care when he saw them during the holidays, he just wanted to see them all together. He understood what it was like to grow up, have a family... and a life outside of the childhood home. When all of the Brennan Girls were married and off in their own part of the state, he asked, just asked, if they could make it back home the weekend before Christmas to be together as a family.

He bribed them with good food (beef tenderloin), good spirits, good presents, but mostly- just good times with the family.

He had an easy time convincing them.

And 8 turned into 16 in the blink of an eye. Those 16 are now 26 with 2 en route with summer arrival dates. And we all squeeze into a living room, with a Christmas tree, and share each other & our family. The room is different, Big Dad & Millie moved from Powder Horn Road to Poindexter, and then Big Dad could not have us all over to his house anymore-- this tradition had to be moved, first to Helen's home, then to Mama's-- but the time, the good times, are still the same. Those under 15 still run around gathering up the adults to open presents. Those over 40 (now 50) dragging their feet at the dining room table, sharing one more glass of red wine & one more Christmas story about which sister snuck out when and did what. Or my favorite-- a story about Uncle Nick who passed in 2001, a quiet enigma in my mind. They all are.

Before every Christmas dinner, Big Dad returns thanks to the Big Guy Upstairs looking out for every one of us. Every year I hold my breath & hope, just hope, that he will give the traditional Catholic Blessing- the one I grew up with, the one I taught my Protestant husband, the one that I think is the most perfect, most all encompassing prayer. This year, I am sad to report that he did not do my favorite blessing; he did His Prayer that he does when there is even just one Protestant in the room and it starts with, "All Mighty & Eternal God..." and goes from there.

My blessing, the one that I remember hearing when I was wrapped up in my dad's arms, or holding my aunt's hand in a circle around the white formica bar in that little home with the green carpet straight from 1963-- perfect for any grandparents home, is what I will always carry with me. My blessing is what I said every school day at 11:50 from Kindergarten through sixth grade in my small uniform at that little parochial school on Monte Sano Ave, a stone's throw from our current residence.


Bless us, Oh Lord
In these thy gifts
Which we are about to receive
From Thy bounty
Through Christ, Our Lord
Amen.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

More to say...

I wish that I had more to say today. Currently, my foot is propped up and I am sipping on hot chocolate wishing Husband was not on call tonight. This week will total 3 nights at the hospital. That is four nights home.

Stupid Call.

But, in much more fun things to talk about-- we went back to Erin today and had our check-up. Poppy is quite the swimmer- every time the Doppler found Poppy, it took off swimming to another part of my ever-growing uterus. The heartbeat was in the 150s (when we could hear it) and very strong.

We go back in exactly 28 days to find out the sex of Poppy. If it's a boy, we will have to come up with a new nickname for "IT" as Poppy does sound a little girly. We even have names picked out-- we are just hoping (trying) to keep it a secret until we actually lay eyes on Poppy and make sure that _______ ______ if it's a boy or ________ ______ if it's a girl are the names we want to saddle them with for the rest of their days. We have had "our names" since about the day we saw Poppy on the screen for the first time. People offer up ideas & all we say is, "We have some ideas, we're just waiting until we meet it" or something to that effect-- it is such a personal decision... naming a child. Our child. In June. Oh Gawd, how am I going to keep a secret for another 5 months?! SIX! Six months!

I was trying to think of a creative way to let both sets of parents know what we are having, but currently, the baby is taking all my smart & creative cells and replacing them with extra "ummms" and "uhhhs." I do know, that whatever parts Poppy has, we are very excited. The nursery will commence January 16th, as soon as we know if the booties will be pink or blue.

Well, my hot chocolate is getting cold & I am leaning towards going to sleep early (if you did not know, it's 7:35pm)...

This weekend is Brennan Family Christmas and all of Mama's sisters and children AND children's children will be here on Friday-- I love Brennan Family Christmas, but more on that later.

Friday, December 12, 2008

A lady always arrives 15 minutes late...

Tellis is here. It took all day and into the night, but she is here.

I clearly think that A-L-L newborns look like Winston Churchill for the first month (at least) & all of the beautiful babies I have seen have been no exception.

Until Wednesday.

Tellis is, by far, the most beautiful sack of sugar I have ever seen. She has the most perfect eyes, nose, and microscopic fingernails. When I hold Ford, I simply forget that he was ever that small. That small & that perfect.

She is going home today to start, what I am sure to be, a very fun journey.

When I held Ford for the first time, I whispered in his ear all the secret things we would do together on his way through life... the zoo, the lake, fishing, going to the park, swimming, playing, football games, Athens, picking peanuts, and driving Wrangler stick shifts to name a few.

When I held Tellis for the first time, I whispered different things in her ear, all the secret things we would do on her way through life... still the zoo, going to the park, and swimming... but also, shopping, wrapping her parents Christmas presents & drinking non-rum egg nog, teaching her how to cook chicken bog, pedicures, but I also included driving a Wrangler stick shift. All girls should know how to do that. Especially ones like Tellis.

When I look at my little niece and nephew, I wonder if that is how my amazing aunts looked at me-- overwhelmed with love & affection and knowing that I would knock the fire out of hell for them.

What a blessing it is to be an aunt.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Tellis

It's not quite 7am & I am still, literally, bleary eyed. My whole family is a-buzz with excitement. We're all up (Will's sleeping, no surprise there) & sitting on our hands so we do not go straight to the hospital this instant. Dad has already left, as a matter of fact-- he was there when they got there at 6am.

Tellis is coming.

The greatest, cutest, most awesome nephew is getting a sister in mere moments...minutes...probably hours. Probably a lot of hours.

Anna Tellis Merry- AKA Ford's little sister.

For the next 20 years she will be known as Ford's Little Sister... how do I know? Because I was the previous Bradford Woodhull Merry's little sister for 26 years.

Oh, nausea subside... we have bigger fish to fry today!

As I type, Martha is getting hooked up to all kind of machines, lines are getting set in to her veins, and I believe it would be safe to use the term "Human Pin Cushion." By the time I get to the hospital (a paltry hour and a half from now) we will see two sets of heart beats on the monitors: Martha & Tellis-- two of the most important women of Brad Merry's life. Martha will have two lines in her veins & probably already one in her back.

All in anticipation of Tellis.

Send a prayer upstairs to the Big Man for a safe landing. The wheels are lowered and locked and we are on final approach!



Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Something is in the water...

I thought I would be the only one pregnant when we found out about Poppy. Boy, was I wrong!

Check it out:

Catherine: My SIL is pregnant with her third child. They already have two precious children who are the light of my life. I love calling her oldest and asking about her day. See, Catherine home schools her and that child is smart as a whip. Catherine takes such effort to make sure that she is learning all kinds of cool things, so when you call to ask what she learned in school today- you had best be ready- because she learned something!!
Due: Early May

Mary Margaret: Mai and I have been big buddies since we were 15. Mai was a year older, so she could drive long before anyone else and had this very, very swanky 1963 yellow station wagon. One door would not unlock, the other would not lock- the interior was brown pleather & had two bench seats- there was an eight track... good grief, there was an eight track that did not work. When the car turned, the radio dial would roll, thus causing the radio station to change. The horn? Oh, the horn... it was not on the front of the steering wheel... it was on the side. The "power locks" were just that, power locks. They said "power locks" on the top.
This car is what stories are made of and legends come from.
In my mind, this car... THIS CAR was awesome. Everyone needed a friend growing up that had a "shaggin' wagon." And, boy howdy, I did!
Due: Late May

Blake: Sweet and quiet Blake. I love Blake- she and Brandon were (are) high school sweethearts and are from Tiny Town, USA... AKA South Carolina. She has perfect curly dark hair & their baby is going to be fair skinned and dark haired just like "it's" awesome parents. She's way better at secrets than I could ever be & I feel so bad that her nausea passes mine on an icky level of 12.
Due: Late June

Laura: New-to-town, Laura. She had the most perfect wedding. Her wedding was so perfect, that at the end of the evening, her dashing husband- my buddy since kindgergaden-- stopped the band, grabbed the mic, looked at his wife, and unabashedly said, "My wife is the most beautiful woman." Tell me that won't be two people who are not going to spend a lifetime together making wonderful memories and beautiful babies! Laura and her husband just bought a great house that is perfect for raising babies.
Due: Mid June

Kristen: Hee Hee Hee... Krissy just spilled the beans. She's having Baby Number 2 in the ATL at the end of July. Baby Number 1 is a pistol ball, so I have great, GREAT hopes for BN2. Kristen was one of the prettiest pregnant people I ever met; pregnancy just agreed her. Great skin, great legs, great hair, just GREAT. They just bought a new house that will raise an amazing family and Kristen has an amazing job that will allow her to be an active part in their lives and upbringing. She works at Buckhead Church doing all kinds of cool stuff with all kinds of cool people. She loves it. I picture Kristen getting up every morning and whistling as she starts her day.
Due: Late July

Alexis/Colleen: Very cool, old school friends from about an eternity ago. We just met back up recently & they are both due early in 2009. I thought they might need a shout out to add to my list, even though they aren't adding to the "babies due around Poppy" time frame. Especially since Alexis and her husband had THE GREATEST costume this past Halloween and Colleen is an awesome photographer.

I feel like I am missing some people... but, 5 + 2 is still a good, many people!!



Friday, November 28, 2008

AGONY...

I just want to know something.

Who breaks their foot when they are pregnant?

WHO BREAKS THEIR FREAKING FOOT THE NIGHT BEFORE THANKSGIVING WHEN THEY ARE PREGNANT?!

WHO BREAKS THEIR FREAKING FOOT WITH THEIR IN-LAWS EN ROUTE TO VISIT THE NIGHT BEFORE THANKSGIVING WHEN THEY ARE PREGNANT?!

I do. That's who.

So, I broke my foot Wednesday night. I broke my sorry-tail-good-for-nothing-right-foot Wednesday night toodling down the stairs after taking a fantastic bubble bath. I rolled my ankle and put all one hundred and something something pounds on one teeny, tiny little bone in my right foot. I hit the ground, threw the plate in my hands and have never hurt so much in my life.

I hurt so much I drooled.

Will asked if I could wiggle my toes once the crying eased up. Ohhhhh, wiggling the toes was the worst, the crying was worse, the hiccuping was worse, the pain was worse, the drool was worse, everything was worse.

Husband was mean to make me wiggle my toes. But, he learned that I did not tear any ligaments from the toe wiggling. I guess that's good.

After tracking down awesome Dr. Tucker to see if I needed to go to the ER (I did) and loading my good-for-nothing right foot in the sexy new car, we're off to the MCG ER.

One melt down, two nurse visits, and six doctors stopping in my room later, amputation was the case that they gave me.

Okay, amputation is an exaggeration- we all know how I like things symmetrical.

I did break my fifth metatarsal though. (That's the bone behind the pinky toe) It's a spiral fracture (that means I broke it good- real good). No surgery, just a sexy blue boot (again) and 6 weeks staying off of it.

So much for driving.

They are worried about DBTs (??)-- clots-- so I have to wiggle my ankle to keep the blood flowing. No problems there though. I don't want to spend the holidays dead, Clark.

The Cagles were great & I felt like a dog I could not play with them more. Crutching around the house though wears one out.

Things I should have been thankful on Tuesday, when I last blogged... my right foot and the 26 bones that were in tact in my right foot. Now, I have 25 bones in tact and two .5 bones waiting to be fused together again.

With a baby on the way.



Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Thankful for Tangerines

Whoever said that nausea passes at the end of the first trimester... lied. This morning I even threw up my Zofron!

I guess those are the breaks.

Twelve weeks. Poppy has taste buds all over its little mouth and its whole body now responds to even the softest touch. Apparently 40 weeks divided by 3 does NOT equal 13.3 (contrary to math) it equals 12, as all the books say that Trimester Two begins at week 12. Okay by me... 12 times 3 is 36 and that shaves a whole month off this rodeo!

Have the two worst words been mentioned yet? Weight Gain. Fortunately, only a pound and a half have been tacked on to my short frame in the first trimester... however, you'd never know it as all of my weight has shifted to the middle part of my body... both front and back. Nothing pretty and nothing I would recommend to check out in the shower.

Thursday is Thanksgiving and I have much to be thankful for. Husband tops the list and Poppy is right up there with him. Definitely my family, the rain we have had, cold weather, basil and sage, Cheerios, the roof over our head & our tangerine bedroom are all in my top 20.

Being a tangerine room sleeper makes me so happy, I love waking up every morning and seeing one of our Hair paintings of a city skyline. I picture Brooklyn every time I look at it. Brooklyn at sunrise. In the fall. It has all these awesome warm tones... deep crimson, dark gold, tangerine, and to contrast blues and greens with all these antennas in black sticking off the roof. At the bottom, all the colors blend in to a sickly gray; whether it's a street or the sea is up to the eyeball. Very cool.

[If you have read, "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn" that is specifically what I picture. That story. If you have not, take the time- it's a good read.]

Tangerine Room Sleeper. Complete with 2 pieces of folk art, a print of the school where I graduated, a blue platter, 2 historical plates, a print of Old Medical College, and three records (Steely Dan, James Brown, and the White Album) are what surround us as tangerine room sleepers on our white bed. With two mismatched and beaten up antique tables. MIS-matched. One's round, one's square. One's on a pedestal and one's on 4 legs...

And Jeckel. My very amazing grandmother saved an old sign my dad made when I was 7 after our car broke down and Woody, Brad, and I were en route to Jekyll Island to see my grandparents. A $.35 piece of cardboard made a timeless memory and is now framed & matted on our tangerine room wall. Cracked. The glass cracked right after I got it & it added so much character, I left it like that.

Another thing I am thankful for... Husband bought me a new car yesterday from Herlong. Her long legs. That's what they say so you know how to spell it and pronounce it. My short legs don't qualify, so I have to scoot the seat all the way up under the steering wheel of my new 2005 Z71 Tahoe. My truck is more manly than Husband's! If there is a bell or a whistle to be had on a Tahoe, this one has it. It has so many bells and whistles, it even has a organ. Okay, that might be an exaggeration.

Bells, whistles, frills, lace, whatever... it's cool & I am stoked.

Husbands on call again tonight & I am hanging out in my tangerine room about to call it an evening. After learning how to make dressing from Mom, who learned from Millie... I have a lot to absorb, much like the dressing has a lot of liquid to take in tonight!

From this tangerine room, to you at your computer... safe travels this holiday.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Since when did 40 divided by 3 equal 11 weeks??

Is it terrible that I am already saying, "Yeah... first trimester...DOWN!" and I still have another two weeks?

I talked to Helen today; sweet and perfect Helen. I wish she lived below the Mason-Dixon line. People like Helen, though, cool and awesome people like Helen-- they are not afraid to stretch their sea legs and be a fish out of water.

Me?

I am terrified of leaving The South in less than two years; let alone leaving my safe haven of Augusta.

Eleven weeks. Poppy is able to do somersaults (I can tell...), and is growing hair follicles. It's head is as big as the rest of its body & it (hopefully) no longer has webbed hands or toes. Eleven weeks. Pretty cool that at eleven weeks Poppy is just a little over 2 inches long & is already developing into a little person.

Will is on call again tonight, which is good because I desperately need to go to the grocery store... supper tonight was a very healthy can of Campbell's Double Noodle soup with a bunch of Ritz Crackers & powerade. Talk about making my doctor proud...

Tomorrow is Husband's birthday-- he will be the big 2-8. Birthdays are now shedding a new light on me. 28 years ago today, tiny Debbie Cagle was waddling around the house, much like Martha is now, with three kids hanging on her legs. And I bet, just BET, that all she could think about... other than dinner, her husband, work, and, again, the three small kids at her ankles, was the *ready-to-get-out-her-belly* baby that would be here, on this earth, in less than 24 hours.

And did she have any idea that 2 years later, on THIS day, she would be giving birth again?? This time to a bouncing baby girl with curly blonde hair?

And Grace made five.

And Shaw, Catherine, Darryl, David, and I make ten.

And grandchildren equal sixteen, with two waiting to hit the ground.

We always wish the "birthday-er" Happy Birthday; but we do not ever think to congratulate the mother on a job well done. Or to thank her for driving a watermelon out of places watermelons do not belong. Or just a high-five for going into labor so that we could have one more person on this great place called Earth. Especially one as great as Will. (Or Grace. Or Anna. Or Charner. Or Bev.)

And to think she did it more than once, and each time without any pain medicine. I guess kids like those make a little pain worth it.

Debbie, a virtual high five to you. Thanks for giving birth to Husband and for all my in-laws.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Space Mountain

Of my many confessions, this one is probably the oddest...

Space Mountain was always the coolest ride at Disney World. You wait in line, heading down a deceptively long slope through outer space, waiting with people, one step down at a time until you get to the glorious turnstiles telling your party to go to either the Alpha Train (on the left) or the Omega Train (on the right)-- as a kid, you know... you just know (because Billy told you between Math & Science the week before you left) that the Omega Train (on the right) is better.

It's faster, cooler, and the train leaves the tracks longer. Your big brother confirmed it. So, waiting an extra 10 minutes because everyone has heard the same story either at the basketball court, recess, on the way to chapel, or any number of other places rumors third graders spread is a small price to pay. After winding through the myriad of turns, twists, and long expanses of this line, you...are...next.

Strap in, buckle up and raise your hands (because you are going to lower them as soon as it gets dark. Billy's brother knew a kid who lost his hand when he hit it on the train tracks above. Billy was dangerous with the amount of knowledge he had.) and with a big jolt, vroom.

The train is off.

Sitting in the red (or blue) tube waiting to launch is where my confession begins.

We heard the heartbeat again today. vroosh, vroosh, vroosh, vroosh, vroosh, vroosh... and in the background, there was my heartbeat. Swoosh...swoosh...swoosh. After waiting a whole month and throwing up like it's my JOB, there it was. vroosh, vroosh, vroosh of the littlest little Cagle around. Cold jelly, a full bladder, and Husband grinning from ear to ear... The first thing I wanted to do was call Tommy.

Mothers have been in this room before, hearing the Doppler track down the little sucker. Husbands have been here. Friends, sisters, even strangers (too much tequila?), but I cannot think of one time I heard about a "father-in-law" going behind those sacred doors of the ob-gyns office to -literally- no man's land. With about a 30 second window before Poppy swam off to another nook of my uterus- Will hands me the phone to call his dad.

What a special, very non-Space Mountain, moment. There we were... me with my belly in the air and my modesty on a temporary sabbatical, Husband in his scrubs with a little hospital scum on his left shoe, the greatest doctor with her brand new Doppler chasing Poppy all around my stomach (and just a little close to nether regions), and Tommy- 275 miles away in Doerun, running his store & so proud of his son that he could barely talk. What a blended bunch we were, we Merry band of Cagles.

Back to Space Mountain. In the train, waiting for launch & systems are counting down... vroosh, vroosh, vroosh, vroosh, vroosh is all that can be heard in the tube before launching into the unknown. That is where the Cagles are-- vrooshing. Every time I hear that little noise or we talk about hearing that little noise all I can picture is Brad & me, two young kids at Disney World in the train at Space Mountain, waiting to launch.

VROOOOOOOSHHHHHHHHH!

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Maternity sections...


I can't figure out how to save the picture and post it on the blog... another technology lesson, I guess. BUT, the bottom line is this: this link is an image of a 10 week old Poppy. Not our Poppy, but a Poppy, just the same.

http://www.ehd.org/prenatal-images.php?thum_id=412&cell=2#content

I would love to be the guinea pig for these websites so they can take pictures of OUR bambino and we get to see the weekly progress in these high-def images.

10 whole weeks, that means he/she has tiny little arm buds and the teeth are starting to form under the gums. If he's a HE- he is already producing testosterone. As for me being the incubator, my pants are getting a little too tight and I have been too sick to exercise. This head cold has been a sonofabitch and have been sick since Halloween. When I had the FLU, I was not as sick as I have been this past week. This morning was the first one that I woke up without a raw throat- so maybe I can start walking again tomorrow.

Will's on call today, so Lauren and I went maternity clothes shopping with Deedle. Just so we're clear: 2 racks next to the clearance section of summer bathing suits and picked over tacky tube tops does not constitute a maternity "SECTION." Even though your store has the really big sign that says 'Maternity' like all the other sections in your department store... 'Lingerie,' 'Children's,' 'Seasonal,' or 'Shoes' those sections have more than 2 racks of items and deserve their big-ass sign. Maternity deserved a little Smurf sign with an arrow pointing you around the corner to the 2 racks by the bathroom in the back of the store.

It looks like I am off to eBay. Sweet! Another excuse to play on eBay on a regular basis...

Speaking of Will being on call today-- we just got his December schedule. Are you curious if he works enough? He works 25 out of the 30 days in November. He does get Thanksgiving and Friday after off- but it's a give and take. He's on call the Tuesday/Wednesday before and he's on call the Saturday/Sunday afterwards. And yes, Dr. Cagle is taking care of the tiniest of tiny babies on Christmas Day-- the NICU. Of all the places I would not want to be Christmas Day, Number 1 is the NICU with my child. Of all the places I know Husband will be Number 1 on Christmas Day is the NICU with many families & their children.

It's tough being on this side of what Will does. This month he is working in the NICU and every morning when he leaves at 6am, or he spends the night at the hospital (like he will be doing tonight and several nights again between now and Christmas-- and Christmas, too), I think about how lucky we are. Blessed. Overwhelmingly taken care of. Our nephew, the cutest, bounciest, greatest little guy that runs around Thomasville & that house on Cindy is here because of doctors like Will and places like the MCG NICU. See, our nephew is just one great miracle that came out of the NICU, but everyday there are more and more miracles that come out of those tiny little incubators.

Did you know that the NICU babies have to have special diapers? Normal diapers cause hip dysplasia & those little newborn diapers cost over $3 each. If you have not ever- call, schedule & take the time to tour a high level NICU. It will make you want to give your heart and soul to a hospital- with either time or money.

I am really proud of Husband and what he does with his days and nights when he is not with me.

Friday, November 7, 2008

Meet the Newest Cagle!







I never thought I would be one to "blog"... of course, I never thought I would be one to be pregnant, either... but all these things change, I guess!

Will & I thought that this would be a great way to update our outlying family all over the southeast (and in the Bahamas) about our growing family.

So... if you've been living under a rock, we're pregnant! OH MY GOOD GRIEF, we're pregnant! Sometimes, when I can't sleep at night, I look down at my expanding waistline and think that there is a little person in there, just waiting to come out into this world. The picture above was taken at "6 weeks, 3 days" (their words, not mine)-- can you believe how accurate they can get that from the tiny, little Poppy seed??
Poppy (which is what we're calling IT, until we get some sort of confirmation on the sex) will be 10 weeks on Monday. The lil' guy will grasp anything that touches its hand, which is where we get our hand-creases from. Also, it is the size of an avocado seed and all of its teeny, tiny, little organs have been created and are developing. As Nancy says, it has all its parts- they just need to grow now!
We go back to wonderful Dr. Holsten next Thursday for our next visit. I have no idea what we are in for!

Well, we will just have to wait until June 8th (or sooner... or later...) to meet Lil'Cagle.