Me again ... here I am at 13 weeks

This is a picture of me and my big ole head full of brains. This pic is a side view of my head. It's kinda hard to tell but my jaw is on the lower left, near my thumb.

Which thumb you ask??

The one I'm sucking on : )

Yup, just like my mom, I am a total thumb sucker. Some day down the line, Dad is going to have to cover my thumb with cayenne pepper, lemon flavored nail polish or some kind of duct tape.

I wonder how you really break kids from a thumb sucking habit???

In this picture you get a really good view of what my side profile looks like. Isn't my nose just sooo cute !!! I have my mommy's nose, it's flat and wide.

In this pic, I'm practicing my dance steps by doing the running man. If you look closely, you can see an outline of my ribs and spine. Nurse Beth says that it's a good sign that I move around and am so active at this stage. She and Doctor Clawson were pleased with what they saw during this ultrasound.

Until we meet again ...

--Cleet The Feet

And the saga continues ...

More friendly bits regarding how different my hubby Rob and I are ...

Today as we sat in our doctor's lounge, waiting to take yet another ultrasound, Rob and I find ourselves looking around the room. Since he's quiet, I know he is being just as snoopy as I am, so I ask "what are you looking at?"

Rob's reply ... "ohh nothing I guess. When I'm in a new room, I like to take a general look around ... check out scenery ... where the emergency exit is ... imagine what is behind door "X" ... sneak a peek to see what the forms on the table are for. Nothing special ... what are you looking at?"

Chrissi's dumbfounded reply ... "What am I looking at? Dude screw the emergency exit, didn't you just see the lady that walked past us? She was wearing a knee length black dress and ankle length black socks. The dress was something a Marketing chicky would wear to a board meeting and the BLACK SOCKS ... well geez ... why is she wearing socks? The socks were slouchy and faded. They didn't match her dress or her overall look. Why would anyone wear socks with a dress?? Where did the socks come from? Do they go under some kind of boots? Where are the boots? I wonder if the ultrasound lady gave her the socks to wear during the procedure? I have my own socks. I DO NOT want to wear used socks during any procedure. Ghod I hope she comes out wearing boots."

Back to Rob ... "ohhh did a lady just walk out of the room??"

My Uncle is Famous !!!

Attention fellow foodie friends and fans ... my Uncle Kirby made the front page of the Honolulu Advertiser's Dining Out Section. Here is a link to the full article. Congratulations Uncle Kirby !!!

It's a Chicken Viking Hat .... soooo cute

An update on "Cleet the Feet"

It's week 13 and we're diving head first into our second trimester. We have our fingers crossed that Mommy's nausea and fatigue will come to an end. Everyone says that the second trimester is a breeze so we have high hopes.

Sidenote, Chrissi received a clean bill of health from her doctor and found that even though she is a twin, the chances of her actually having twins of her own is really only 1 in 250. Cletus has had 3 ultrasounds and the doctors seem to find only 1 sac so we are confident that Cleet will not have a shadow.

Rather odd tidbits you may find interesting.

• Cletus has started to form fingerprints
• He is now in the same weight class as a medium sized shrimp, and
• While he is still looking quite alien-like, his head is really only 1/3 the size of his body
• Cleet moved around alot during his last ultrasound. At times it appeared that he was standing on his head.
  
• Mom predicts that she has a future Cirque du Soleil artist on her hands.

** We still don't have confirmation on the baby's sex but Aunty Ali has her doubts about the "leg" depicted in the ultrasound pic below. If you ask Mommy to guess ... she still thinks that Cleet is all-boy.

Cletus at 12 weeks

I'm not sure why ...

But Cletus my fetus sucks the heat right out of my core. I am sooooo cold. Always cold ...

I wear double layers of shirts under my sweaters in attempt to keep my belly warm. I walk around the house in two pairs of socks and I keep a lap blanket on top of me whenever I'm sitting down. My favorite jacket is a vest that keeps my belly warm but gives my arms room to breathe. It's so odd but before I got pregnant my feet use to serve as magic space heaters for Rob's frigid ice blocks and I ran around town in slippers 365 days out of the year.

Sorry for the short post but I have to go put on more clothes. I just felt my belly and it's cold to the touch !!!!

Halloween 2008

In effort to pay homage to his parents respective first loves ... enclosed you will find a picture of Cletus's first Halloween costume. In a galaxy far far away, Kitty chose her signature color to redecorate the Death Star.

Hello my name is Cletus the Fetus and I am not a twin

I am 10 weeks old and I am due on September 3rd. I weight just a fraction of an ounce and I am an inch long, about the size of a grape. My heart has recently divided into 4 chambers of love and my teeth are starting to grow. I have arm buds, leg buds and a big ole' alien-like head.
My doctor says that I am "cute and photogenic"
(Mommy loves this doctor).

Side note, apparently up until this week I had a tail !!!!
I don't think it had any fur or wagged when I got all happy but Mommy thinks it's cute. My external boy/girl parts aren't visible via ultrasound so my name may change from Cletus to Cleopatra in the near future. I will take another ultrasound in 4 weeks (let's hope I show my "stuff" then). My eyes are fully formed, but my eyelids are fused shut and won't open for another 4 months.

My Mommy is feeling good for the most part. I give her "morning" sickness in the early afternoon and evening. Car rides, stuffy rooms, and fast moving shows on TV (**Sharks games**) make her feel nauseous but crackers seem to help settle her upset tummy. Daddy has broken out his video game stash and relishes the nights when Mommy and I go to sleep right after dinner.

Stay tuned for my next update.

Love, Cleet The Feet