This past Monday, all of us went to the hospital for the baby's ultrasound. When we left the technician was nice enough to give us this picture to take home in a jpg format:

While we were there, they couldn't quite tell what the sex is yet....which really left Jen and I wishing we had scheduled the scan later on....like at 24 weeks. See with our insurance (and I'm sure many others) you don't get multiple ultrasounds unless something is wrong. So at this point we're pretty much out of luck for knowing the sex before hand. I don't like surprises, so I'm a little bummed about it.

Today was the follow up doctor visit, and so far everything seems normal. Jen's blood pressure has even gone down, which is great since she's been watching her salt intake and other stuff.

Other than that, there's not a whole lot going on....or should I say there is a whole lot going on. It's kind of like being in a very noisy crowd, with everybody talking around you to the point where it becomes this huge unintelligable pulse of sound. Kind of like the crash of waves against a sea wall. Either way, my point is you don't really realize how busy you are until your not. So to me I don't feel very busy, although I think a reasonable person would think I am.

Speaking of busy, Jen made this video of Connor getting busy with his little bad self...it's waaaay to cute, and might make you vomit fluffy bunnies and rainbows...so you've been warned.