Life Without Waldo

It's been about 6 weeks since our beloved Waldo went to pee on the big fire hydrant in the sky, and Jesus and I have discovered subtle differences in how we do things at home.

For instance, we havent had to buy any dog food since. The dog food tub doesnt even look like the dent has gotten deeper. Instead of going through 6 cups of food a day, we're only going to 2. And that's if Chica eats all her food. What's the point of giving her more food if she didn't eat what was in her bowl in the first place?

Also, we've noticed that we're getting rather lax about leaving food on the counters. Waldo was tall enough that his nose would reach the counter and he'd snag anything he could get ahold of. If it was too far back and he really wanted it, he just had to hop up on his back legs and Voila! within reach! So we kept the counters fairly free of food. Chica's a lot shorter, but she can still reach the counter, as we learned yesterday. We came home from the monthly doctor appointment yesterday morning and discovered Chica looking really guilty by the back door and a chewed on bag of pepperoni on the floor. When we had left, the bag was full and on the counter. When we returned, there were 2 sticks left and it was in the middle of the living room. The fun part is that last time Chica got a bunch of meat, she left a really bad, stinky mess. I dont think she's had carne asada since. So Jesus watched her closely all day yesterday, and put her outside everytime she looked a little green. So far, we've avoided any messes. I havent been out in the backyard, and I dont plan to. Ignorance is bliss when it comes to that!

We also dont fill the water bowl nearly as much as we used to. When Waldo was around, we had to fill the water bowl a few times a day. Chica doesnt drink nearly as much water, so she only empties it once every couple of days. So usually when I do refill the water bowl, it's to dump out the old water and give her fresh stuff. She's so spoiled.

People keep asking if we'll get another dog, but as much as I would love to have another dog, I dont think I can deal with a new dog and a new baby at the same time. One is time consuming enough without the other. Maybe when Lily's 5 or 6 we'll think about getting another one. In the mean time, Chica's our girl.

Registering

On Saturday, which was beautiful by the way, Jesus and I went to Babies R Us to register for our little bundle of joy. When we walked in, there was another couple that was getting all set up to go register as well, so the gal at the registration desk just gave us all the "This is How You Register for Stuff" speech as a group. But this also meant that we were both free to be overwhelmed by the huge list of stuff to register for at the same time.

When you sign up, they give you the scanner gun (I let Jesus be manly and wield the gun) and a little packet that has a list of stuff that you will want to be sure to register for. Stuff like crib sheets, bottles, pacifiers, etc. If you follow the list, it will take you in a little.. okay, big.. circle around the store. The first stop was breast pumps, bottles and other paraphernalia of that nature, stuff that both Jesus and I have extensive knowledge of (ha!). And since both of us couples were released at the same time, we both kind of stood there like "What kind are they getting?" "Are they getting the right one?" "Am I getting the wrong one?" I know, we're not supposed to care what other people buy, we're supposed to get what we want. But, we're human, okay? Then, once you decided on one of the 9,438 different types of bottle to choose from, there were 579 different types of nipples to put on the bottles. So needless to say, we have a couple (thousand) combos on our list. We should be covered... hopefully.

We soon got into a rhythm picking out stuff. I think Jesus scanned every "I Love Daddy" thing there was. I've noticed that all the "I Love Mommy" stuff is for boys and all the "I Love Daddy" stuff is for girls. What the heck?? Do girls not love their Mommies? Do boys not love their daddies? Jesus has also decided that we are not doing Dora or Tinkerbell because Dora shows her bellybutton and Tinkerbell has too much cleavage and her skirt is too short. We're also not doing the "Princess" or "Diva" thing because he doesn't like that either. I will continue to smile & nod.

Hiccups

Sitting here at my desk, I noticed that Lily has been very active today. She's been constantly on the move all day, flopping from one side to the other. Feeling her jab me in my stomach while simultaneously jabbing me in the back is quite an experience! I also noticed that her movements were kind of rhythmic. That's when I realized that she's not just flopping around, she's got hiccups! I hadn't felt her have hiccups yet, it was kind of funny! She's learned to hold very still when Daddy has his hand on Mommy's belly to fell little Lily move. He's caught her a few times, but those times are few and far between. But now, hopefully, he can catch her with hiccups and feel how cool it is. Guess we know what our entertainment will be this evening!

And Here's the Inside!

Well, we had a mostly cooperative baby. She (yes, I said she) had no problem spreadin' 'em, but she wouldnt give us a good profile shot. So this picture is the best I got. I took the picture of the ultrasound picture with my phone, so it's not the best. But it's still her! Hurray! Now we can go register and go shopping!!

Liliana Olivia Gonzalez

Here's The Outside

Here's an updated belly bump picture. We took this picture last night, so it's about as recent as you are going to get. The plan is to get pictures of the inside posted tomorrow. Hopefully, we will also have an answer to the big question. Cross your fingers for a spread eagle baby!!!

Halfway There!

We've officially made it half way, and hit the 20-week mark on the prego calender! The only problem is the last half will seem longer because we didn't know about the first 6 weeks or so of the first half. So the first half was really about 14 weeks, the second half will be 20 weeks. Oh well.

Now the most popular question is "Do you know if it's a boy or a girl yet?" The answer to that is no, but we go in on Wednesday for our next ultrasound, and if we have a cooperative kid, we should be able to find out if we have a little hot dog or a hamburger. We have a couple of votes in both directions. My mom says girl, while Jesus' mom says boy. Jesus also says boy, his dad and uncle say girl. I don't care either way. But since I always have to do everything opposite my sister, it'll probably be a girl. And since I bought a blue camo crib bumper (it was on clearance, and I wanted it, okay?), it'll be a girl. But the bumper will be used regardless. So there.