Our Boy

He's still cooking, which is a very good thing. After our 34 week ultrasound which scared us into thinking he might be a girl, we had another ultrasound last week confirming that he is, indeed, a boy. The ultrasound also pushed his due date up by a week (yay!) and we got to see some incredible images of his huge head, huge belly, and tiny little legs. The ultrasound lady was getting frustrated because he wouldn't hold still for any of her measurements. We've got an active boy here! I was glad somebody else recognized how much and how strongly he's kicking me all the time.
Apparently he was yawning in this shot, so his mouth is kinda blurry. But it looks like he has a big mouth and big lips (the better to scream at us with).

We also finished (kind of) his room this week. By that I mean we painted a wall and set up a changing table. That's about as cutesy as we get, so we're pretty proud of our accomplishments.
Paul did most of the painting and assembling and moving and everything. It's so nice being pregnant (for that reason alone).

Not a super clear picture, but Paul wanted to show off his painting muscles. So hot.

Our camera was about dead by this point, but you get the idea.

34 1/2 Weeks

For those of you who are sensitive to the sight of pregnant bellies, avert your eyes now (Kyle). I didn't want to change into the traditional pregnant belly picture clothes, so we went for the actual belly shot this time. Really this is just for me to remember how huge I have gotten. Who doesn't want to remember that?

How Cool We Are

We finally did something cool. Unfortunately I don't have any pictures to document this or prove it in any way, but since it's not actually that cool I don't think it's really necessary. I guess I'm just tired of posting about how fat I'm getting. Last night we went to watch some of Paul's law school buddies (aka The Dough). play at the House of Blues on Sunset Blvd. That's right, we went to the House of Blues. You may not be shocked yet, but let me just remind you, that it's a club, and we went. We're just not normally the clubbing type. And I have to say, being about 8 months pregnant and neither of us drinking anything did make us stand out just a bit. But it was fun, and the band was actually really good. And now our baby's that much more likely to be a rocker. Now all he needs is a rocker name and some cool genes and his fate will be sealed. So basically his chances are still pretty much 0%. Poor boy.

30 Weeks!

I know everybody just can't wait to see how big Wendy's belly is today. I'm sure you're all thinking about it all the time, wishing you could feel the little guy kick and rub the belly for good luck (now that's a business venture I need to explore). He does kick all the time, and you will have good fortunes if you rub the belly (at least I assume, and I can say it here without fear of being assaulted since no one ever reads this thing anyway). So here are a few pictures of my belly at 30 weeks, taken last night on the way to the gym. Note: My workout/pregnancy pictures outfit is almost too tight to wear. I thought spandex was one size fits all?! I'm outraged.

And So This is Christmas...

We got to go to Utah for Christmas again this year. It was fantastic. Our car didn't explode, and in fact we didn't even drive off the road, though the snow tried its best to steer us into many fences and oncoming vehicles. But we made it out alive. We got to see plenty of family and friends and just had a grand ol' time. We loved the murder mystery at the Carr house and were very impressed at everybody's participation...especially the fact that Kyle, Bryce, Tyler, and Layne all let us put make-up on them (Hayley wasn't too hard of a sell). Enjoy!


First a couple pics of us at the Griffith Observatory this last Saturday. It was a beautiful view of L.A. and a very welcome change from the snow of Utah. Who knew L.A. actually had pretty things?
Our awesome gingerbread house, our ugly Christmas sweaters, and our gigantic tree.

Kyle started swigging as soon as we got to Utah. He was just happy to see us.

Christmas morning with Mama Weitzel.

Paul wanted me to have something to open on Christmas morning. I got a giant map of Albania! It is actually just what I wanted, though a little hard to cart back to Utah.

Paul got his crock-pot he'd been asking for, and I got an I.O.U. for a digital piano (which was waiting in Sanpete for me). Yay, something to do with my spare time! Good job, Paul.

Nancy got a digital picture frame, which engrossed her even as she was opening other presents. Very cute to watch.

Basking in our glory and loot.

Traditional Weitzel family Christmas morning breakfasts of little smokies, half-boiled eggs and biscuits.

Nelson family and Kyle during the Christmas night murder mystery. Dena was Donner, Jim: Rudolph, Matty and Jason: Comet and Dasher, and Kyle was the Heat Miser.

Layne was Lennon Drop (the Communist elf), Bryce was Frosty, Hayley Mrs. Frost and Mom was Ms. Claus.

Dad was Santa (with no hat), Tyler: Snow Miser, Markie: Dancer, James: Vixen.

Grandpa and Grandma Allred with Wendy and baby Weitzel

Grandma Carr, Wendy and baby, Uncle Lynn

Don't Mess With a Pregnant Chick...

So here are two (of the many) videos we took yesterday in an attempt to get a video that I didn't hate. But it turns out that I don't enjoy watching videos of myself now that I've gained 20+ pounds. So the first is the winning video, and the second is Paul's favorite. He had messed with the camera one too many times by then. Enjoy!

Thanksgiving Pics

Okay, so these aren't really Thanksgiving pictures, but they're the only pictures we took over our Thanksgiving weekend with Dave and Teresa's family in Arizona. So if nothing else, we get to see some pictures of these adorable kids.

Porter, Eva and Ivy attacked us on Sunday morning. I guess we weren't waking up early enough. Porter and Eva then took turns taking pictures of each other. I think only one or two of them actually worked, so that's what you're getting here.



We couldn't get Ivy to smile for the camera. She was super smiley otherwise, but as soon as she saw the camera she was all straight-faced and serious. She's a supermodel in the making.