I just returned from my ultrasound where Whoorlito put on quite a show for his mom and dad. Playing air drums, kicking his legs and displaying quite a large scrotum for all the world to see. As my father, the illustrious Bishop Stu Tu commented, “That kid is HUNG!”

But I was most excited to learn that my Placenta Previa has appeared to correct itself. Which means no more restrictions for me! No more exercise-bans, no more pelvic rest (D is jumping for joy) and most importantly, no more worries for my upcoming 2-week trip to Santa Fe, Oklahoma City and Dallas.

Talk about some weight lifted off my shoulders…

Here are the newest ultrasounds for your viewing pleasure.

Will you look at the cute nose?

He was seriously air-drumming at this point. Little arms flailing about with great vigor.

It’s Scrotum City, Sweetheart.

I haven’t written a full entry in a week, so why start now?

Instead, here is a photo montage of my current pregnancy cravings.

Who am I kidding? I have no cravings…these are the exact things I eat when I’m not pregnant (well, maybe not THREE servings of Maggiano’s spaghetti and meatballs in one week. Ok, and the popsicles). How boring can I get? Hot dogs? No thanks. Cheeseburgers? I’ve had 3 in 22 weeks. Pie and ice cream? (c’mon, pregnant girls love pie and ice cream!) Nope. Man, it’s hard out there for a preggers pimp.

D and I had such a lovely dinner at our home with friends last night, and of course, I didn’t take one photo. I love cooking dinner for friends, except for the “lack of focus” that takes over my psyche and results in nearly amputating my thumb while chopping onions.

I bet you can’t guess what D’s response was in regards to the thumb-chopping incident.

But never fear, mucho fabulous photos will be taken when I visit Carolina in LA this weekend. Baby boutiques, get ready.