09.09.09



My entire office is packing up and getting ready to move across the driveway to our new $30-ish million dollar building. I get an office. And a door to close. And a nice little desk. I'm so excited that I could throw up (especially because someone just knocked on my fishbowl of and office window, scared the crap out of me and looked at my computer screen.)

In a similar story, I'm so annoyed that I could throw up. Also work related. I keep hearing about all of those idiots out there who air work grievances on their public blog so I digress. Nothing too exciting to hoot and hollar about...just annoying.

In another similar story, I keep going back and forth about saying anything about this...but there are only about five readers of my blog and four of them already know that I'm 5 or 6 weeks pregnant...so what the heck. You people are all going to find out anyway. I just ask if you find out via blogger, that you keep it to yourself for now. Or don't. Whatever. People can't seem to keep baby secrets anyway (thanks Dad for writing it on your cousin's wall on Facebook.) The rule of two...I tell one person, they tell two people and they tell two people and so on...and so on...

I do not want to be obnoxious about this. As Katie suggested, I don't want to say "we're
pregnant." As Kelly suggested, I don't want to sit at staff meetings and rub my belly. And as my sister reminded me, I'll do my best to keep my cool when unsolicited advice comes my way even though I'm sure I'll want to kick a bitch. I'd like to have more fun with this experience and be more like what the anti-bride is to weddings but google the anti-mom and get ready for the abortion pop-ups. This chick already has the name taken...but I'm not very green and I bet I'm a little more unconventional. I prefer avant-garde. Or just plain weird.

Shannon said some time ago, she likes to use her blog almost as a journal at times...to check back on other happy times (and also, I think it's proof that we actually did fun things.) So, let's keep track of little Fancy's in utero journey.

First, the name: Fancy. I was at preseason field hockey practice and my team was talking about matching spandex shorts and bras. I kept calling them fancy shorts and such and I commented on how 'fancy' is one of my favorite words. Fancy is more eye-catching than "pretty" but less obnoxious than "tacky." So another player suggested I name my first child Fancy. Little did she know that I was going to find out just three days after that conversation that I was knocked up. Also, we're not going to find out the gender of the baby so Fancy is fine for now (even though it's a little girl-ish and there's a 50/50 chance we're not having one of those.)

The Fancy idea came about after a getaway weekend with my high school buds and their significants. We got away for Shannon's pre-baby-bucket list and Todd and I decided a few months back that this would be our time to give the 'ol baby makin' process a shot. August + nine months = May. And May is after lacrosse is over and when summer begins-ish. Hopefully, I'll have enough time with the new addition to get ready in just enough time to take a trip to Sea Isle City with Big Jeff and Grace.

I feel like this is starting to get a little scattered. So here are two obnoxious pictures of my tummy:
Fancy at 4 or 5 weeks (depending on what website you read.)

Fancy on 9/9/09 at 5 or 6 weeks (again, depending on the site...)

That's enough of this.

Comments

I like this blog, and if I was on FB I would give it a thumbs up.

You can sing one of my favorite megahit Mr. Roger's songs to your baby!!!!

"Everybody's Fancy"
Some are fancy on the outside.
Some are fancy on the inside.
Everybody's fancy.
Everybody's fine.
Your body's fancy and so is mine.

Boys are boys from the beginning.
Girls are girls right from the start.
Everybody's fancy.
Everybody's fine.
Your body's fancy and so is mine.

Girls grow up to be the mommies.
Boys grow up be the daddies.
Everybody's fancy.
Everybody's fine.
Your body's fancy and so is mine.

I think you're a special person
And I like your ins and outsides.
Everbody's fancy.
Everybody's fine.
Your body's fancy and so is mine.
Shannon said…
wow, i hope Kelly C & P'd that song, that's a lot of typing.

Ok, so #1, I like the name Fancy. I would expect nothing but awesomeness in a baby nickname from you guys and you delivered.

#2 You're having a baby. Weird!

#3 That's a nice stomach you got yourself.
Sarah Kurpel said…
#1. Fancy Pants is a decent nick name.

#2. It is weird.

#3. Camera trickery and a little posturing does wonders ;-)