Nesting

In an attempt to prepare the house for the arrival of el bebe, we have finally cleaned our basement. Max was a notoriously destructive doggy, and our basement paid the price. Most of the junk was just shredded cardboard, but there were also some broken fluorescent bulbs and eaten electronics. No problem.
The disturbing thing was that we found a dead bird. An actual, skeletonized, decayed bird, in the basement! Clearly, we need to clean more often (and seal any cracks).

Baby Boy!

Despite every gut feeling I had and everyone's guess, we are having a boy. Darren claims to be genetically YY, so this was an eventuality anyway. We are registering for baby stuff later today, and I have no idea what kind of stuff a baby needs. Darren spent an obscene amount of time researching strollers, finding this perfect model that weighs 17 pounds and folds down to the size of a ham sandwich. I started re-reading Harry Potter (and if you've ever accidentally picked one up, you always end up reading the whole tome).
My last OB visit went well; I managed to only gain 3 pounds this time for a total of 15 (actually closer to 18). I've had to quit riding my bike because 1) bending over for that long results in fists of fury from below and 2) my hands go completely numb from carpal and cubital tunnel compression. Swimming is still fine, but I feel like a breaching whale doing backstroke or trying a flipturn (still faster than douchebag frat boy next to me).
Here's some pics!

legs

arm

As of today, 22 weeks, 2 days