He Ain't Heavy, He's My Baby

After having been told that I could quite possibly be having the largest baby known to man (ok, that is how it translated in my mind when my doctor estimated 9.5-10lbs, if carried to due date), we have been spending the past couple of weeks asking ourselves questions and preparing for such a birth.

Would it defy the laws of nature for something that size to exit my body naturally? If not, would I ever be able to walk again post-delivery? I kept having visions of big ol' Henry with his arms reaching out to me to be picked up and my having to say, "I am so sorry, but mama's back is still out from the last time I tried to lift you." Then I would flash forward to his toddlerhood, when I would be asking him to give me piggyback rides around the house.

Last week at Target, I came very close to offering 100 bucks to a stock clerk for his weight belt, but Greg threatened to leave the store and I had not yet purchased my 3 Musketeers bar. Oh, the power of chocolate.

Yesterday morning, we were delighted to learn that Henry is about 7.5 lbs now and should not get "too much bigger". We are well aware that no medical professional can say definitively how much he really weighs, but the fact that the sonographer did not tell his assistant to run out and "get the Guinness folks on the line, stat", put our minds at ease.

Unfortunately, his hands were at his face for most of the ultrasound, so our hope for a sweet face shot were unfufilled. I still love the picture we got even if he looks a bit like an alien.

Check the Date

Whoa, he could be born before this milk expires...

35 Week Momma

Zippy II, Electric Boogaloo

Something very special was delivered for Henry the other day. His name is Zippy II. To fully appreciate this gift, it is important to understand the story behind Zippy I, original gangsta. Most of you know the deal, but we are documenting for H here.

Zippy is a stuffed monkey that belonged to Henry's Pappy (my dad) and was handed down to me. I formed an immediate obsessive attachment to him. I carried him everywhere and would not sleep without him. Even after Aunt Jennifer peed on him. (I know, sick).

During the course of our relationship, Zippy was well loved, as evidenced by his tattered clothing and worn-down fur. Teachers would sew his seams back together where the stuffing was coming out. Gramz made outfits for him so he would not be nekked. Mom fastened a safety pin from his arm to his rubber wrist to hold his hand in place. He lost his ears in 1975 when Aunt Jennifer chewed them off. (I think she really had something against him). In the late 70's he was "not allowed" to attend any sleepover functions at Rachel Andrews' house because he was "too scary looking". Seriously. He had no ears! How much more vulnerable could a stuffed monkey look? Anyway, I loved him as much as anyone could love something that is not really living and he was always around. You get the picture.

I was hoping to be able to have zippy refurbished for Henry, but it was not possible. When I opened the red box, I was elated to find that Gramz and Pappy had made Henry his very own Zippy! He has tons of beautiful new fur and his ears ears are intact. I don't think his presence will be denied anywhere Henry wishes to take him.

Thanks, Pappy and Gramz!

Best... gene pool... ever.

Seriously, are babies born any cuter than Annabelle?

I'm giving mad props to the Persson/Webb gene pool. That's a good looking baby, for sure.

Vintage Henry

Looks like we've got a little time to kill until Henry arrives.

Here's something from the archives, from his twenty week ultrasound.

Henry's Room

Annabelle Yvonne Persson

8.8 lbs
Born: February 17th, 2006 5:44 PM

Henry's New Cousin

Henry's got a new cousin named Annabelle! Born last night in Kuala Lumpur. Waiting on photos and stats...