"And I shall call him... Mini-fob."

Dakota's family is of Norwegian/German/Irish descent. He was born in Texas and grew up in Kansas. His extended family and many of those in the same religious organization as his family had unusual names, too (although his mom and dad have common names.) Many of the people in that particular religious sect name their kids with names that start with the same letter, as well so all of their initials will be the same.

You married into a cult?

Kidfobble?

or Kibble?

I know, I know, no "n"s, but...

Rubin has always struck me as a great name.

...Or Yngwie (yes, there's an "n", but its pronounced ing-vay)

Some Things I Have Learned
 

1.) It is possible for a fetus to get the hiccups. It is possible, in fact, for him to get them for up to twenty minutes at a time, roughly every other day, for weeks on end.

2.) It is NOT possible for a fetus to have an allergic reaction in the womb (which one might worry about if there is a family history of potentially fatal peanut allergies.) This is because an allergic reaction is essentially nothing more than an immune response (to something it shouldn't be responding to) and the baby's own immune system doesn't kick in until after it's born.

3.) It is possible for your feet to swell not JUST so large that you can't get any of your regular shoes on... not JUST so large that you can't get your goddamn flip-flops on... not JUST so large that your ankle is literally a dimple inward instead of a nice protruding bone... but so LARGE, in fact, that the pressure is strong enough to break all the surrounding blood vessels, and your feet become two bruised and bloated water balloons.

4.) It is profoundly embarrassing to have to re-park your car somewhere else because you were estimating in old-school mode about what would be "enough room" for you to get out of the vehicle door.

So clodfobble, are we talking "any minute now"? Have you gotten past the stage of a ten minute drive taking twenty five minutes because you ahve to stop and pee three times?

What's the count down?

Supposedly the countdown is two and a half weeks from now, but I'd personally put the big money on more like a week and a half. Or at least that's what I'm telling myself. I've transitioned pretty much everything at work to other people, and the house is as ready as it's going to get. It's worth noting that I'm not a very patient person... :)

Picked a name yet?

Nah. It's down to two, but beyond that I think I have to see him before we can settle on a final choice. My husband has decreed that I'm not allowed to tell anyone the two remaining possibilities, since I'm very easily influenced--he doesn't want one person who hates both names to convince me we have to start all over.

Is your belly button really sticking out? It's like the turkey timer that pops out when it's done.
If everyone can clearly see it when you are wearing a sweater, then it's time!

Ugh. It's been sticking out for about two months. I hate it.

My stepson informed me awhile back that it looked just like a little volcano. :headshake

Well, now I'm all excited. I feel like we've been there for the entire process...well, except for the conception, of course.

Pity the photos didn't work out... :redface:

Good luck, CF. Babies are fun for the first couple of weeks or so. :)