Not Much Happening...

Liz has been having a rough time with nausea lately. Other than that, we don't have a whole lot to report. We tried to find out the sex of the baby, but Cletus DID NOT cooperate. As soon as the sonogram started, things looked promising, but the baby pulled his/her legs up and tucked them under...so there was no chance of sneaking a peek. We've got another one in a month, hopefully we'll find out then.

New Sonogram Pics...

The baby put his/her hands in front of his/her face. At one point, we got a thumbs up, but the nurse wasn't quick enough to catch it. The baby squirmed the ENTIRE time today, and the head was whipping back and forth as if the baby was watching a tennis match. I know from this new angle, the baby looks a bit like what would have happened if Ted Danson and Whoopi Goldberg had had a kid, but rest assured, it will look a lot better in 20 more weeks!

Tuna Taters?

Liz swears she used to eat this all the time, but in the eight years that I have known her, this combination has never once occurred:

Baked Potatoes with Tuna.

I was guessing it was some weird pregnancy craving, but she says it's just English. (That alone should rest the case about whether or not it's strange.)

Things are becoming a little too "Fear Factor" around here, and now I'M the one who's feeling nauseous.