The Results Are In! PadThai is a "He"!

After waffling back and forth about whether to find out the gender, a) today during our 20 week sonogram, b) have them write it down on a piece of paper, or c) something more elaborate like waiting until Christmas, we went with the fastest results -- just tell us!

It didn't take long for the technician to declare the results - PadThai is a BOY! We hope you don't think we're awful parents for sharing this photo of PadThai's boyness, but we wanted to show you definitive proof. . .that's two butt cheeks and his main boy part.

As the father, I am obviously excited since I know boys pretty well. Of course, when we have a daughter, this one can be the protective older brother. He will also be able to rough-house with his cousin Zack, who as Lori mentioned, was born just last week on September 18th. They'll be about 5 months apart in age. Will my niece Ally be up for the babysitting challenge of two boys?

All the other measurements and ratios of PadThai and Lori were completely normal, so we're very happy and can move on to the critical issues of nursery renovations, paint colors, etc.

PadThai experiences the life of a cowboy. . .sort of.

Ben and I, rather spontaneously, decided we needed to take one last big vacation before PadThai makes his/her entrance into our lives.

And what could be a better vacation for a 4.5-month pregnant lady than spending a week in a place that requires lots of hiking in an altitude over 7,000 feet? So, off to Wyoming we went, where we split our days between Jackson Hole, Grand Teton National Park, Yellowstone, and Big Sky, Montana.

We were lucky to have my great college pal and "uber-Jackson-tourguide," Jenny, show us all the good hotspots for shopping, eating, hiking, eating, seeing art, and eating in and around Jackson and the Tetons. I fully blame Jenny for the 3-4 pounds I picked up over the week. . .and PadThai thanks her from the bottom of his tiny tummy. Ben thanks Jenny for helping him eat a record number of meats in 48 hours. . .we think he managed six in a weekend.



I noticed rather quickly that pregnancy truly can slow a gal down. True hiking (the kind where you actually increase your elevation!) kicked my sorry, out-of-breath butt. I was in good hands, however--Watchguards Ben and Jenny made sure there was no chance of over-exertion, insisting that I always be able to carry on a conversation, no matter how inane, and drink plenty of water.

Although we didn't know PadThai was a boy while on vacation, I think we had a pretty strong hunch. . .a hunch which led us to purchase several "boy" things that we persuaded ourselves could be girly. . .but really, they aren't. "Moose" pillows, big stuffed brown bears, and a green "I Moose be dreaming" onesie will adorn PadThai's room and tiny body. Daddy Ben is set on making this boy an outdoorsy cowboy...Mom Lori is not so sure about the "cowboy" part.

A New Cousin and New Friend for PadThai!

More babies to speak of!

We are so excited about the recent arrival of Isaac David Romero. . .or "Zack". He weighed in at a whopping 9 pounds, 3 ounces and just barely managed to snag a September 18th birthday. Had he waited seven more minutes, he would have arrived on the 19th.

Zack is a very lucky guy to have Ben's sister Kristin and husband David as his proud parents. All in all, he didn't give his mom too much trouble on the way into this world--Kristin is doing great after about 6 hours of labor. Big sister Ally is ready and eager to teach her new brother all about fairies, princesses, and ballet.

Little Zack is very special because he will be PadThai's first cousin, and the closest in age by about 5 years.

Congratulations to the newly remodeled Romero family-of-four!
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And another big welcome to Bella Grace, just born on September 23rd to Lori's high school pal Jodi, and her husband David Weslow. A head full of dark hair and deep blue eyes. . .we can't wait to meet her!

Babies, Babies, Everywhere!

Just wanted to say congratulations and "welcome to the world" to a few of our close friends:

Karl John Yurcik was born September 4, 2007--8 pounds, 4 ounces--in Morristown, NJ. His proud Papa Bryan and Momma Julie are happy as can be. We can't wait to meet the little guy!

Congrats to Courtney and Brett on the west coast, who found out yesterday that Court's 20-week belly bump is actually a bouncing baby girl! We are sure that Moose the Puggle is very happy about the news that he will soon have a lil' sister to boss around.

The Race for the Crib

There is a horde of sly and cunning parents-to-be, skulking the pages of Craig's List. . .trying to beat other parents-to be at their own game. We all jump on Craig's List, in hopes of finding the baby deal of the century--we've all read the books and articles about how expensive having a baby can be ($7,000 in the first year seems to be about average), and all of us web-savvy, eager-beaver parents think we'll be the ones to prove those stats wrong (without sacrificing safety or quality, of course!)by scoring deals wherever possible.

It took me about 2 days to realize that the coveted holy grail of baby paraphernalia on Craig's List is, not surprisingly, the Pottery Barn Crib.

I began my search for cribs about two weeks ago, thinking I would merely browse the listings for a month or so to get an idea for what's out there, in terms of price and quality. After all, my due date is still 5.5 months away, and it seemed a little early to be shopping for nursery stuff. But, I discovered quickly that once you spot a treasure, you have to strike immediately. . .or it's lost forever (or until it shows up on Craig's List again in 3 years.) After emailing a few folks about some white cribs, and being told that they were already sold, I began to play the game. I checked the listings every few hours, hoping that I would be the first to contact the next crib's seller.

There is an unspoken rule. In general, a good seller will respond to the first person who contacts him about his item, provided the contacter can write a cohesive sentence with correct punctuation. (At least this is how Ben and I decided to whom to sell his old car and a couple of air conditioners.) But, I digress.

Anyway, this past Wednesday morning, there it was:

"Pottery Barn White Dana Crib,$200, Alexandria, VA"


Carefully-crafting and 5-times-proofreading my two-sentence email, I clicked send and anxiously awaited the seller's response. The next morning, I came in to work to happily discover that I was FIRST, and had thrown together an intelligent-enough email to be allowed first dibs at the crib. We arranged the crib exchange for this past Friday afternoon at 5:00.

The sellers were great and let us meet their precious daughter--the one who had "broken in" the crib and had recently moved into her big girl bed. But they also told us that we beat out 8 other people for the crib. It felt like winning the lottery!

No resting while nesting

It has begun. Only a handful of days after my freedom from schoolwork, and we have purged three garbage bags of old clothing for charity.

Not sure where this enthusiasm for organization will end. Maybe I can acquire a list of jobs to see what my future holds...a "job jar" as my Dad called it. And I can put a few jobs in there too, like "evaluate which beers fit in stroller cupholders" and "grill steak to benefit baby's iron count".

Shopping with PadThai's Father

I am proud of myself. I have managed to get Ben into the following stores in the past couple of weeks:

Pottery Barn Kids
Babies R'Us
Janie & Jack
Lil' Me
The Children's Place
Motherhood Maternity
Maidenform

I did not drag him kicking and screaming. . .he willingly, and somewhat happily, strode proudly into all of these stores. In fact, he ran around the Motherhood store like my own personal shopper and brought me millions of cute outfits to try on. I think he wants me to look like a cute and "hot" momma for his upcoming graduation dinner. But he also pointed excitedly at tiny blue jammies and mini cargo pants in the baby stores. . .he seems to fear the girly sides of the store and anything pink, for he has 100% convinced himself that our lil' PadThai is a boy. I think all men do this, so mine is just obeying the trend.

Ben also discussed the pros and cons of which bras I should buy. Fellas, you should all aspire to be so caring and concerned for your wife's bosom.

Of all the baby-related items we will acquire in the next few months, not surprisingly, Ben seems most interested in the stroller. The stroller has wheels, lots of gadgets and optional features, many shapes and colors to choose from, among a whole slew of other similiarities with cars. He will approach the purchase of the stoller as if he is buying a car. Fine with me.

PadThai's new name?

PadThai really is not an appropriate nickname for a growing baby. . .nor is "the babe"--my other "go-to" name. This babe is fortunate he or she will only have to deal with my silly nicknames for 9 months, for he/she is in luck! Do not fear, PadThai, the Baby Naming Committee is here!

Johannah, my esteemed boss, and her humble assistants (two sons and a husband), have selflessly offered to take on the challenge of naming mine and Ben's firstborn. Behold the results of the committee's first meeting below:

The Barry/Rockwell nuclear family unit has taken a great interest in the naming of the newest member of the Ulrich dynasty. We have given great debate to the pros and cons of several names and will be sharing these with you on a regular (I’m sorry to say) basis. I’m sure you’ll find our delving into this important issue helpful indeed.

On our way to dinner last night, we determined that there are several broad areas of debate as regards the naming process. In no particular order they are:

Biblical/Inspirational Names:

We thought that was a great place to start and did pretty well with names like Grace and Patience and Sarah until we got to the seven deadly sins and decided that Avarice Ulrich was a lousy name. So maybe you want to forget that.

Historical Names:

Dave was a big fan of Xerxes Ulrich and Cieran thought that Zeus would do nicely, but we all agreed that naming a girl after evil Roman women (Livia, Poppea, Agrippina, etc) didn’t bode well. As since Dave was the only one who could name any emperors and their wives, we thought this might be something of a dead end.

Family Names:

We’re not touching that with a bargepole, except to say that Johannah, David, Eamonn and Cieran are lovely names and belong in every family. As we have often said, it ain’t a party without a Dave.

Sexually Ambiguous Names:

That went nowhere with the whole group. So out the window goes Madison, Schuyler, Robin, Adrian, etc. Although I do have a friend whose daughter’s name is Keith, but that’s an old southern tradition (or so I’m told)

Difficult to Spell And/Or Pronounce Names:

Uh, wrong family to address this particular topic

Good old fashion German names to go with Ulrich:

Here we really warmed to the task. Brunhilda, Dieter, Wolfgang, wow, we had a good time. But there really are great German names and that can go under the family name section we decided.

Literary Names:

Leading the pack is Huckleberry Ulrich. Next came Topsy Ulrich, and then we moved straight into the children's literature that we grew up with (the Oz books) so we got Ozma Ulrich and Ruggedo Ulrich. Then we had to stop.

Warning: MORE TO COME

Building the Nest

We have started to "nest." Or perhaps, just I have. . .Ben has one more week until he finishes school--and then this mama bird will sweetly force him to partake in the complete overhaul of our house. No corner will remain unturned--this is vitally important to me, although I cannot explain why or give a good reason. Surely, it is my instinct (or hormones) taking over.

I have started with the closets, where "purge" is the word. It is my goal to remove all things deemed unnecessary from this house, in order to make room for all of the unnecessary items we will accumulate for the lil' babe.

Instead of collecting twigs, straw, and shiny blue things, we paid a visit to Lowe's where we began scouting out ideas for the many home improvements we aim to complete before the babe's arrival. We peppered the poor countertop dude with ignorant questions about Corian vs. Quartz. We debated electic vs. gas for our new range. And we dug our fingers into various lengths of shag, trying to determine which kind of carpet will be best for the babe. Anyway, all of this has little to do with the babe, but I am obsessed about all of it because I feel the home must be in a tip-top state of perfection to welcome our new family member.

Just wait to 'til I go nuts over the nursery. . .

Entering Part 2 of 3

Well, we're a little late in getting the ball rolling in sharing our story of building Baby Ulrich, aka. "PadThai." But, there's never a better time to start than the present.

Ben and I couldn't be more excited. . .we've worked long and hard to get this lil' babe to sprout, and we're overjoyed that he or she seems to be building all of his/her parts with perfection so far. The ultrasound at 12 weeks showed our lil' PadThai waving at us furiously--a definite rightie, as far as we can tell at this point!

We have officially just entered the 2nd trimester. . .15.5 weeks along in this roller-coaster ride. I cruised through the first trimester without a bit of morning sickness. Plagued only by intense hunger, I made sure to manage those tummy pangs by feeding the buddha every 2-3 hours.

In terms of cravings, nothing in particular. . .although the general category of "cold and wet" really seems to make my happy. Peaches are truly a fantastic fruit. And I recently discovered Robek's, a fruit smoothie joint that makes a mean, yet healthy, cold, wet sensation in a cup. Poor Ben, against his will (ummm...no), was forced to take me to Red Robin last Friday for a big fat cheeseburger. . .for those who know me and my eating habits well, you know that burgers don't usually do it for me. In fact, red meat is a rare part of my diet. . .but I've found that now and then, I feel the urge for MEAT.