For those of you who think Elizabeth must be pooped out these days:

Elizabeth was excited that she passed her prelims, and umm, I don't know what to say but I think videos speak louder than words:

In other news we have less than two weeks to the official due date.

Update: Less than a month to go!!!

Well the title really says it all. This means several things. First off, if baby was to be born today it would not be considered premature. Actually it could have been born several week ago and not be premature. Crazy. Second, we are no longer allowed to travel more than 100 miles from Madison (well we could but insurance would not cover the birth should it decide to happen then). Third, we now get to go to the doctor's office every week to see how things are progressing. One factoid I had no idea about was that women who are in their last month could possibly be walking around several centimeters dilated for several weeks before they pop. One more thing to add to my list of evidence that women are really Decepticons (or frakkin cyclons).

Last week Elizabeth rocked her prelim exam and sent the final version to her committee, so all she needs to do now is defend it on April 14th. So baby, you need to stay in till then. Okay. Good. I'm glad we got that straightened out.

Beyond that, things are going well. We are trying to save up on sleep and get ahead in work stuff + get in things that may be difficult once baby shows up, plus Spring ultimate started yesterday. Sore today but Yay!

One thing that has been rolling around in the brain cavity is thinking about the implications of being a parent. Yeah, yeah, I know I probably should have thought about that a while ago, but what I mean is, there always seemed to be a division between people who are somebody's parent and those who aren't. Why is that? Is it that they are more mature? boring? responsible? sleep deprived? old? What is it that makes parents different? And the answer is... 42.

Okay I have no idea, but I'll be interested to see if I can find out in a month or so. I think the answer has something to do with this:

From http://img26.imageshack.us/img26/4464/1227663902457.jpg

We have also made at least a partial decision on diapers. We decided to go with cloth diapers so that poll is now closed. However, these aren't your parents cloths diapers. These are like Star Trek the Final Generation diapers. I mean these diapers are so good they defecate for the baby. There are several brands of these diapers, and they supposably adjust for various size babies (up to a point, some people we have talked to have had their baby's cute chubby thighs get a bit too big for them after a year or so). Actually, we will probably be using disposables for the first month while the baby poops out black tar and pees every few minutes, and then convert over. We've collected about a dozen of these cloth diapers off of Craigslist, but need to get about 10 more. Elizabeth was so excited about them she couldn't wait and tested them out on her "practice baby", I figured I'd get enough practice later:



Well baby may not have a name yet (although a slightly paired down list for boys & girls does exist), but it can't hurt to think about its place in this crazy universe of ours. We went to one of our friend's concerts last weekend and she gave some advice on what to do when things get overwhelming. When this occurs she says to herself "I am on a spinning planet." That is all fine and good, because yes no matter what you do the planet will keep on spinning. On the other hand if we look at the history of the world to scale...

1st 60 seconds via: http://seedmagazine.com/content/article/the_evolution_of_life_in_60_seconds/


So yes Baby Bagley you are the culmination of 4.5 billion years of progress on this planet. No pressure.