The Bun, Half Done

It's still cookin', but we've taken another peak into the oven.

Both Kevin and I retained our resolve to keep Baby Davis-Ross's identity a secret, although...we both thought we might have seen something revealing in the ultrasound. Then again, we're both pretty convinced it was just the umbilical cord. At any rate, we still refer to her as a girl.

We also got to check up on the baby's heartbeat. Curious what a fetal heartbeat sounds like? Imagine the theme to 24, but faster and "whooshier."

BD-R, in profile. (Kevin and I agreed, BD-R has my chin.)

In the photo above, BD-R is kissing her own kneecap. Flexible!

I've posted a ton of pictures to Flickr. Many have some comments, to help figure out what is what. Click below to access them.

Week 20 Ultrasounds

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Baby Davis-Ross gets a name

Maybe I've been inspired by the honest-to-God names of some of these kids in California. I've met a Galileo, a Weston, and a Slater. (Yes! Slater.)

This, of course, pales in comparison to Cosmo Archimedes. Who is he? That's a good question. We have no idea, really, but we know of his existence. At any rate, Cosmo Archimedes is a great name.

So, we've been brainstorming baby names, and have arrived at:

Shaquila O'Neala Davis-Ross (for a girl)
James LeBron Davis-Ross (for a boy).

Apparently, we think our progeny will somehow defy his genetics and become an NBA superstar. (Well...we're not greedy. A stand-out college basketball star would be fine enough with us.) Which begs the question, who exactly is in my womb? And how did he get there?

Kevin's wanted to start a blog series with just this premise: Who's in Amy's Belly This Week? In other words, who's the baby channeling this week?

I think it's roughly inspired by a rock-opera I improvised about three years ago, where I sang of my failed love affair with Herschel Walker and our offspring, Genevieve Charlotte Davis-Ross.

There are at least two puzzling things about this rock-opera: first, I couldn't really pick Herschel Walker out of a line-up to save my life. I think I really meant Charles Barkley, but it didn't rhyme.

(From Top): The NFL's most sensitive running back; The Round Mound of Rebound.

Second, why does this bastard child have Kevin's last name? I like to imagine that Kevin, in his undying love for me, adopts this girl as his own, even though it's clearly not his daughter. Perhaps he is playing out some kind of Joseph fantasy?

So, who's in my belly this week?

Shaq. Definitely Shaq. I can feel his post moves already.

The Life Aquatic

Saturday, Kevin and I went to the California Academy of Sciences.

We learned a lot of interesting things about dinosaurs, including almost any odd feature dinosaurs exhibit (e.g. the spines on the back of a stegosaurus) are for flirting, not for fighting.

Actually, this isn't surprising to anyone who's spent any kind of time at all with middle school kids.

California Acadamy of Sciences

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mail and other mysteries

It's always interesting when we receive mail that's addressed to Mr. and Mrs. Ross or Mr. and Mrs. Davis. Neither Kevin nor I are offended when we're addressed as the other; it's just a hazard of the territory, we reason.

But this takes the cake:

I just can't wait to see what kind of mail Baby Davis-Ross will receive. Or, should I say, Baby Kevin-Amy.

Baby Davis-Ross, Preview Edition #1

17 weeks down, 23 to go...

Mt. Tamalpais State Park

Yesterday, Kevin and I drove just minutes north of San Francisco for an easy 7.4 mile hike with 1,600 feet of elevation change.

We both were kind of curious how my almost-halfway-pregnant state would handle even an easy hike. As it turned out, I was fine, and we were rewarded with some amazing ocean views from the western side of the park. Once we finished the hike, we continued down to Stinson Beach.

Mt. Tamalpais

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