Here she is, a couple of months pregnant
and enjoying the good life, motorcycling in the Moab desert, taking
the baby out for some great views of the Green River.
You've been wondering and wondering if Stace
and I were ever going to get around to it and . . . well . . . we
did! Stacey and I (mostly Stacey, of course) are pregnant! We're
due on May 4th--Stacey's well into her second trimester now as we
move into the beginning of December. As near as we can figure, it
took us all of a week to get pregnant once we stopped not trying,
so we feel pretty lucky. We held off on telling our family and friends
until we were out of the first trimester just to make sure that
things were going to go okay with it all.
I remember when her tummy used to look like this . . .
This was about two and half months, I think . . .
And into the fourth month there's no
doubt that she's building a baby!
Stacey's been doing great with the pregnancy.
While a little nauseous and headachy from time-to-time, she's kept
ahead of the morning sickness impressively. She water-skied, mountain
biked and dirt biked right through it all. She has, of course, begun
curtailing those activities, but is looking forward to staying safely
active throughout the pregnancy. Hopefully things work out so that
she can do so. In the mean time, she's been eating like a horse
and sleeping like a log. Most evenings, I find myself the only one
awake if it's much past eight. I guess I had better enjoy the peace
and quiet . . . we just signed up for many years of anything but.
And we couldn't be more excited!
We're getting lots of hand-me-downs from friends who are sending
their old baby-building clothes our way.
We have a doctor in Gunnison--Stacey's seen him
three or four times now. He says that she's having a "textbook"
pregnancy so far, which is wonderful to know. We got to hear the
heartbeat back in October and it was amazing! When he positioned
the stethoscope just right, there was a swishing, pulsing sound
that announced, "here I am!" It was pumping away at 168
beats per minute, so good and healthy. That led the doc to think
that it's a girl. I don't think we're going to find out if it's
a boy or a girl--we're going to surprise ourselves around May fourth.
And if you ask us what we're going to name it, we'll probably tell
you we're going to name it after you. So Stacey and I are in for
some big changes in the coming months and looking forward to them.
Here's a shot of Vern up on the ski hill
at the old Paradise midway. That's about as high as we got up the
mountain that morning.
My dad was our big visitor
for the month of November. He stayed with us for a couple of nights,
helped me get the garage squared away so that we could fit all of
our toys, plus two cars in, and then headed for Moab. I joined him
there for a weekend of riding, and another friend from Wisconsin--good
Here's a herd of elk that we saw the same morning that we went driving
up on the ski hill. You can how there is considerably less snow,
here, on the valley floor, than there is at the ski resort.
This is Dad and I smiling after our garage rearrange was complete.
Getting the boat wedged in with the cars tucked in around it was
a major coup!
A friendly (?) game of Rumikub . . .
Spinning across the Dubinky Dunes in Utah.
Dad and Bob checking out some 'glyphs left by ancient inhabitants.
Lunch stop on the ride . . .
. . . where we enjoyed Dad's specialty, PB & J tortilla roll-ups!
consin joined us to make for some adventuring in
the desert. Things were a little chilly in the mornings as we cruised
the back country roads, enjoying the views and checking out the
'glyphs and ruins from some of the earlier inhabitants of the land,
but the days usually warmed up nicely.
This is what makes riding in Utah so
cool. The views are staggering and the roads take you right to excellent
overlooks. Some times the roads even make you a part of the view.
You can see Dad and Bob riding the jeep road that has some significant
consequences if you veer to far to the left.
Before Dad was here, I was just in Houston for
a week of electrical training for work. It was a good class and
well worth the time spent to go. The hotel I stayed at for the course
was just a couple of miles from NASA, so there were (no joke) lots
of rocket scientists staying there, as well. I felt like a pretty
dim bulb in that high-wattage company.
The ski area opened November 20th, so the ski
season's underway for Crested Butte. Getting ready for opening day
took the usual push and pain around the office, but it was just
nice to actually open so that folks would stop stressing about it.
We were hammered with snow over the Thanksgiving weekend . . . I
think our snow total was just over 50 inches at the resort. It was
between knee and waist deep around our house. Since then, temps
have dropped and we're close to 20 below zero most mornings. So
we're into winter and things are looking good!
Check out the snow on the Sierra! Stacey's
sampling a bit of the powder.
Since I can't seem to post this page and be done
with this, you get an added bonus! Stace and I were lucky enough
to be invited by friends of ours, Bobby and Sarah, to go out and
cut a Christmas tree! Bobby's dad owns a snowmobile rental outfit
on the other side of Monarch pass, so we borrowed a couple of machines,
snowmobiled out into the backcountry and cut our own Christmas tree.
It sure beat picking one up at City Market! Ha.
Here are Bobby and Sarah working on their tree. While it wasn't
a very clear day, you can just make out the mountain peaks way up
there in the background.
Stacey cracking herself up, dragging our great, big, beautiful tree
back to the snowmobiles.
Loading the trees onto the toboggan.
We made some time just to play around on the sleds, as well. Bobby
grew up riding and could some amazing things on this high-performance
I guess you call it baby's first snowmobile ride . . . both mom
and baby did just fine out there. Except I don't think that mom's
snow pants zip all the way up any more . . .
That's about it for now . . . we hope you're
looking forward to a great holiday season! Drop us a line when you
get the chance!