The new baby: September 2007 Archives

So yeah, we've got tons of video of Sam during her first two years of life.

We've got shots on a digital camera that just won't connect to our computer anymore, we've got most of her second and third years of life documented with pictures on my husband's cell phone, and I've got at least three rolls of film that I've never gotten developed.

(Can I just mention here, by the way, how sad it is that, when we filmed me during my "pregnancy diary" phase, every one involves me holding up our two cats and cooing over them and smooching them; and then, once Sam's born, we're actually tossing them out of the shot or saying flatly, "Yup, and there's Jack. OK, back to Sam ...")

But we've got one thing for Mr. Noah here that we didn't get with Sam: video of him before he's even born.

I spent a few hours Friday watching home videos of me when I was pregnant with Sam and then the first two years of Sam's life.

My husband had watched it the night before and called me at work to say, "You've gotta watch this. It'll make you cry, seeing how little and sweet she is."

Yup, made me cry. For an entirely different reason.

After some, but not much, debate, I think Damon and I have settled on a name for our little guy.

Ready?

Noah Damon Gulli

Noah means "rest" or "comfort," according to Babycenter.com. I think it means "revered" according to the baby name book we've got at home.

It's what we would have probably named Miss Sammy if she had been a boy.

And speaking of Miss Sammy, we let her pick the middle name. My husband asked her if she liked Noah Damon or Noah Sebastian better (Sebastian is my husband's middle name), and she picked Noah Damon.

What do you all think? Thumbs up or thumbs down? 'Cuz if everybody we talk to hates it, well, we'd definitely have to reconsider.

Please, please, please do not all tell me you were rooting for Owowo or Africa. =)

I forgot how all-consuming this being pregnant thing is.

My back aches. My belly aches. I'm normally a stomach sleeper, and I've had to add three pillows -- including a body pillow -- to the bed just to get even close to comfortable. Once I'm comfortable, I have to get up and go pee again.

Except I'm not supposed to be on my feet too much or too often because I've had trouble with too many contractions, so I have to keep doing math in my head (which is the equivalent of rocket science to me) to see when the last time is I got up and whether I may try again.

And being professional at work? Forget it. I was in a meeting the other day with the editor, the managing editor and the metro editor, and, just for fun, my little Hercules decided to punch me in the bladder. Go ahead: Try not to yell when that happens. And try not to run out of the room and head straight for the bathroom.