Coming soon: A little boy!

That's right! The Goldsmith's will soon be parents of a little guy . . . will he be a little Jared? A Callum? A Charlie? Natron? Dirkadirkajihad? Who knows . . .I think we'll have to meet him first to see what he looks like. At the risk (actually, the utmost KNOWLEDGE) of sounding cliche, this ultrasound truly was one of the most amazing things I've ever seen in person. How they have developed technology to see the little bean's vertebrae, the four chambers of his heart (which, right now, is about the size of your pinky nail) his gums, his kidneys, his liver, and his femur bone, is nothing short of extraordinary. We were blessed to find out that, so far, he is very healthy and free of any complications. Look at the beautiful mumma-to-be lying on the ultrasound table. You can't tell by looking at the hand of the doctor, but it is a RUSSIAN hand. This is very important to know . . . The doctor was able to tell us how, currently, the little guy is weighing in at a cool 9 ounces--it is estimated that 4 of these ounces are actually crab rangoon filling, just like his dad (relatively speaking). He was a very cooperative young man, showing us all the "goods" like his little wee wee, his legs, his face, and his arms and legs. I realize I sound like a yenta as I write this, but oh well. Its my boy I'm writing about here. He was very curious as we watched him on the monitor, and he explored his hands, his face, and his fingers. At one point, it even looked like he was "clapping." Again, this he must inherit from his dad, and I am sure if the bean were wearing pants, he would be adjusting those too. Below is a picture of Amanda with the "defining photo" that told us the sex . . . .

I dont know how I didnt make it into one of these pictures, but that's fine with me! Below is one of the happy grandparents Now comes the fun part--figuring out what we need from Babies R Us . . .oh my gosh this is a nightmare. I dont even want to write about it. I think that deciding on a stroller/car seat combo is going to be more difficult than closing on our house. This is fodder for a completely different blog, but there is just so much ridiculous crap out there for babies now. I remember (from seeing pictures) that my mom used to bathe my fat ass in the sink, in a small orange tupperware tub. She didnt need . . .oh . . . let's say a tub that plugs into the wall and not only heats the water, but also has four turbo jets that create a "whirlpool" for the infant. I am also pretty sure that, when I was a baby, my mom and dad might have put me up for a nap, and then listened to see if I were crying--or at the very most have had a monitor/walkie-talkie thing. I am almost sure that they didnt need an LCD projector to transmit an image of the baby sleeping onto a screen that they could mount in the living room--just so they could watch every movement of me. Needless to say, it is very overwhelming.

But it is the best "overwhelmment" we have ever felt.