Baby shower photos, and coming down to the last few weeks!

We've been so busy lately with classes, errands, and housework in advance of the baby that I haven't had a chance to copy and edit all the photos from the baby shower!

Kate's friend Claire did a fantastic job organizing the shower

My mom, and her sisters Betsy and Luci

Kate's friend Erin, Claire's mom Judy, Kate's mom Emily, Kate's sister Sunny, and Claire in the background

We were both very excited to open all the presents and start getting the nursery finalized

I have about 30 photos of Kate opening various presents.

I got to open some presents for the baby, too!

Click here to see the full album!
-- Nathan

Past is Prologue

I've been having some fun trying to collect old photos of parents, grandparents, and maybe even great-grandparents for the little Hooblette. This is just a few of what we've collected so far, hopefully more to come soon!

First, a bit of Nathan's family...

Nathan's parents, Joan and Jeff, at Rockefeller Center before Christmas 1990.

Jeff's parents: Joan and Ray

Ray's father: Harold (That makes him the baby's great great grandfather.)

Joan's parents, Jim and Joan, at Nathan's christening.

Grandpa Jim with baby Nathan

And my family...

My parents, Emily and Steve, March 1981

Steve's parents, Iona and Bob (1949?)

Grandpa Bob with baby Kate, June 1985

Bob's parents Clare Sr. and Sarah, with Clair Jr. and baby Bob at their farm, Woodlawn

Emily's father, Archibald, canoeing on Squam Lake, NH, August 1979

Emily's mom, Lillian, May 1979

Lillian's father, Charles, after basic training, fall 1918

Lillian's mother, Lillian, at her graduation from Stanford, spring 1923

Mommy, What Will I Look Like?

Well, it would appear that I'm not so great with this whole blogging thing. A person can only get so excited about writing about assembling an old crib, though. (Don't worry! Blog post about crib assembly coming soon!)

Over the last couple of months, Nathan and I have spent a lot of time daydreaming about Baby Hoobs will look like. Blonde hair like Nathan? Green eyes like me? Will the baby be left-handed like dad (yikes!)?

Those ears!

Will Baby Hoobs have a Prince Valiant haircut?

The only thing we can get certain of is that this baby will be born looking like a very red, very angry old man.


*Arrested Development references for the win

20-Week Sonogram

At our 20-Week sonogram, Baby refused to cooperate with the technician, the beginning of what I'm sure will become a life-long trend of refusing to pose for pictures.

We had no luck getting a good profile angle the technician needed to complete the exam; the baby just refused to cooperate. They even had me chug some apple cranberry juice and jump around the room. Nothing.

On the up-side, everything is developing beautifully. Perfect heart, kidneys, spine, and lungs. Head size is right on track.

Here's the best of the photos:

The whole album is on google photos, here.

At the 20-week sonogram, the doctors are able to see the baby's sex. We're very very curious, of course, but Nathan and I decided we want to be surprised.

One important thing we did learn was that I have an anterior placenta, which explains why I haven't been feeling the baby move very much. I was worried I had a lethargic baby, but it's probably moving plenty -- just not where I can feel it.

Only 20 weeks left!

Baby Hoobler: Coming November 30, 2015

When I was little, I remember being fascinated by pictures of my parents from before I was born.

My mother, with her brothers and sisters. Alex, Archy (top), Anne (holding the cat), Jack, and Sally. (Not pictured: Lillian)

Nathan's mom Joan (left), getting into trouble with her big sister Betsy.

I think a lot of children feel this way. It's a bit of personal history, but it also seems so mysterious and far away.

Nathan's dad blocks a kick against West Point (1976?)

My dad, Christmas 1978

At first, we wanted to start a baby blog as a way of sharing our baby story with family and friends.

But I also realize this might someday serve as a record for our own baby, to learn about his or her own history.

Nathan and I meet in Charlottesville, 2003. (It's a blessing this photo is so blurry.)

We can't wait to meet you, baby!