First of all, you're welcome.
Second of all, I'm pregnant.
Third of all, this was my father's response:
Just a suggestion-
1. If it is a boy, don't name him "Lee".
2. If it's a girl, don't name her "Lea".
Also, hippie-era names such as "Moon Unit" have not stood the test of time well.
It's your choice, of course.
Keep me posted.
Roger that, Dad. We're pretty sure we're going with Dweezil anyway.
I regret the time that has elapsed since I last posted. We took a most wonderful and memorable road trip through the pacific northwest and had such a marvelous time that I came home in a state of incubation. I spent the entirety of August and September rolling on the floor in agony, vomiting intermittently, marveling at the masochism of women who host more than one bloodthirsty blastocyst in their lifetimes. Adding insult to injury, our house was burglarized (all computers stolen) cementing the impossibility of blogging.
Your patience is appreciated.
I have made the unfortunate discovery that cheese pizza from Costco buys me several hours without the gags. Hopefully I'll feel better soon enough that this kid doesn't emerge composed entirely of cheese.
Comin' atcha April 2011...