Labor Day Play List

Since mommy and daddy are doing natural labor, they decided to put together a playlist of songs to help motivate them. First mommy searched the web for music other women used. But unfortunately, it seems like many women would prefer to hear Celine Dion in labor instead of Salt and Pepper "Push It." So mommy made her own list. Check it out and let us know if you have other ideas.... http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewIMix?id=369604612

My Party

Mommy's friends threw me a party. I heard that it was really nice and meshed well with my parent's personalities...organic/green restaurant with Latin inspired food (both), tons of activities pumped in to a couple of hours (Daddy), henna (Daddy, you know he loves getting painted with earth dyes), jewelry making competition (Mommy), onsie making competition (Mommy...though the winning onsie had pictures of an owl and the phrase "Woos your daddy?"), slide show of pictures of mommy and daddy from when they were kids, to dating, marriage, pregnancy and there were even some ultrasound pics of me, lastly my favorite part was the roast.

While Dziadek (Polish for "grandfather" pronounced JAH-jah, yes that's correct) saved Ojciec (polish for father, pronounced) from embarrassment.

Grand-ma-ma (still not sure what to call her) gave a 15 min soliloquy about mom. Oh, the stories I learned. First apparently, mom did cartwheels in stores. And she talked back to a preacher, and yelled "Time to go" when the service was too long. Funny story to all but mom who was a bit embarrassed and said, "Baby RadJo won't do that. Quiet time." Then there were other stories that implied that mom was SO bossy that they called her "Mama Jay" at the nursery. Having Dad hear this was great. As I can already tell he won't be the enforcer. He's talking about letting me cross the street when it's clear (but says "don't walk") and not wearing shoes. Mommy has rules for everything. Daddy can't wait to take me in the ocean and let me learn from my mistakes. Mommy wants to put up gates and outlet protectors now.

I'm sure her creative spirit and desire to breast feed as often as I want will lull me into her arms, but I'm happy that Daddy has some leverage on her now. I mean, Grand ma-ma did a good job raising Mommy. She turned out ok, by most standards. So a little back talk and gymnastics in public places never hurt anyone.

Melon Baby

I'm a little over four pounds and about the size of a cantaloupe. Mom's waddling around and bumping into things. She has to push off daddy to get out of bed and all of her maternity clothes look like there's no room left. I think it's all the cheese she eats. She thinks it's me. Come on, I'm only four pounds plus or minus some pounds for fluid, placenta, umbilical cord etc.

At 33 weeks I should make my appearance anywhere between five and nine weeks.

Mommy and Daddy have a competition among their friends and family. Whoever can guess my birth date (within four hours) and sex will have a say in naming me. I guess they either have faith in you all or they believe no one will guess correctly. Right now about 5 people say boy and six say girl. The earliest due date is May 10 and the latest is May 30.

What's your guess?