In case any valued friends or family members read this, we thought you’d like a little update on our little guy.

I’m nearly 24 weeks pregnant, which, amazingly, means less than four months to go. Baby Robinson weighs about a pound and is about eight inches long. He moves quite regularly. I feel him best when I’m sitting at my desk at work or when I lie down for bed at night–basically, when I’m not moving a whole lot. I like to feel him thumping. John can feel him kick, too, when he (Little Guy) is really going at it. We haven’t done much in the way of baby preparations yet, except sort out the things other people have donated to us.

According to Babycenter.com, I should be gaining about a pound a week from this point on. When I read that I panicked slightly. But then I remembered that I’ve only gained about ten pounds so far, and a pound a week for the next 16 weeks sounds about right. Still. A pound a week is a lot. My tummy seems to be growing very rapidly. But sometimes I can’t tell if that’s just in my head or for real. Except that today John looked at me after work and said, “You’re really getting a tummy there!” Just what every girl wants to hear. But what can you say when it’s because you’re pregnant? Probably what I said: “Um, I know.”

I mentioned recently my new-found appreciation for craigslist.com. Well, tonight I was browsing the “wanted” section, where people post things they’re looking for. Usually very sensible things like a used sofa in good condition or possibly an area rug.

Here’s what I came across tonight. Does this freak out/crack up anyone else?

Massage Wanted-

I just want a massage. Mostly back, neck, and shoulder- the usual. I’m a professional male (mid-20’s). If you have a salon that is great- or your house is fine too. Don’t worry, I’m not some sicko/crazy/nasty hairy guy. I’ll pay between 25.00-100.00 depending on your experience, and the quality and length. Please email if you are interested. A short bio/pictures/etc. are good. If I like you this may be a weekly or semi-monthly job. Thanks.

I was worried when he asked for pictures of his potential masseuse, but he must be perfectly safe since he says he’s not some sicko/crazy/nasty hairy guy. I totally trust him.

So I was just thinking tonight about how things have changed since last year. Today we’re a year older. Today we’re expecting a baby.

Yet, some things never change.

Want to know what John and I did tonight? To find out, check out last year’s post.

I guess consistency can be refreshing.

Sunday night I was browsing Craigslist.com and saw someone looking for a stationary bike. We have one that we hardly use (in fact, its dust is quite thick). I asked John if he’d care if I responded to the person’s post, and he gave me the go-ahead. I replied and offered our bike for $55. Then, on a whim, I decided to also post the bike for sale under sporting goods for $60.

The next afternoon I got an email about the bike. At first I thought it was the person I had offered the bike to for $55–but it wasn’t. It was someone responding to the ad for $60. He asked if the bike was still for sale (a whopping 12 hours after the ad had posted) and wondered if he could come look at it that evening. I said OK.

Last night John and I carried the bike downstairs for the guy to see and we discussed how much we’d be willing to haggle in price if he thought $60 was too much. We bought the bike used for $50 last year, and we decided that breaking even would be okay if that was the best we could do.

The guy turned up with his wife and had a quick look at the bike. And I mean quick. His wife had broken her back and needed some way to exercise that didn’t make her back worse. She got on the bike, pedalled a few times, said she thought it felt okay. We showed her how to adjust the seat and tried to point out all the features on the LCD display. But we probably didn’t need to. The husband was already pulling out his wallet and handing over $60. No questions asked. No haggling attempted. They carried off the bike and we made $10.

(In case you were wondering, I never heard from the person who actually had been looking for a bike in the first place.)

Not bad for my first time on Craigslist.

Our blog has been down this past week. But it’s up and running again! So here’s a post I meant to put up last week while the blog was unavailable.

Yesterday after my aerobics class I stayed to ask my instructor some questions about exercise during pregnancy (her answers, by the way, were “your body knows what to do, so listen to it” and “do reverse crunches instead”).

As I was finishing my chat with her another class member, an Asian girl even shorter than me, smiled widely and asked if this baby was my first. I said it was. And she said, “Can I touch it?” Without waiting for my response, she started rubbing my tummy. She rubbed it not once, not twice, but about six times while I told her when the baby was coming and that it’s a boy. It didn’t bother me, just surprised me. It was like a Buddha belly rub, except I don’t think rubbing my tummy brings good luck. It probably just aids digestion.

Last week I tripped off to San Diego for a conference. I went a couple days early so I’d have time to see the city, since I’d never been there before.

San Diego is a nice place to visit. I spent the first half of the week in the downtown area, and the last half on Coronado Island (that’s where the conference was held). Here’s an overview of my adventures.

Here’s the city, viewed from Coronado Island (which isn’t actually an island).

San Diego Skyline

Monday and Tuesday night I stayed at the Embassy Suites downtown. The lobby was nifty. It felt tropical with the foliage and goldfish ponds. And they served a sweet free breakfast there every morning. Biggest and best hotel breakfast I’ve ever had. This view is taken from the sixth floor, where my room was.

Embassy Suites lobby. See the goldfish?

Monday night I walked about six blocks to the famous Gaslamp District. It used to be pretty seedy, but about 15 years ago the city fixed it up, and now it’s a hub for dining and shopping. I had a sundae at the Ghirardelli Ice Cream Shop (where I also bought my husband a Mint Bliss chocolate bar). Then I headed over to Horton Plaza, an outdoor shopping plaza.

Horton Plaza

I bought a couple things from Gap Maternity on clearance. The Gap in Orem is always totally picked over for clearance maternity clothes. Not so in San Diego. There were tons of cute things on sale.

Tuesday I took a cab to the “World Famous San Diego Zoo,” where I spent about a half day.

Here’s Jabba the Hippo, who was hanging out on a rock underwater and, despite him not doing a whole heckuva lot, was pretty interesting to watch.

Jabba the Hippo

The highlight was the polar bears. You can watch them swim in their pool through a glass partition. One of the bears was super playful, and splashed around near the glass wall so I got an up-close look at him.

Checking out one of the kids

Trying to eat one of the kids?

The other polar bear just sat on a rock and lazily munched on his carrot.

‘Course, some aspects of the zoo weren’t so cute. Like this bucket I passed near an aviary, which holds a meal for some of the animals.

Do you see the dead baby mice?

After getting a nice and unintentional sunburn I left the zoo and walked through Balboa Park, which the zoo is part of. I liked walking through the Spanish Village, an area where local artisans work and sell their paintings, sculptures, jewelry, and so forth.

Spanish Village in Balboa Park

Finally I headed back to the hotel to relax. That night I walked across the street to Seaport Village, a little shopping and dining community along the bay.

Seaport Village with pedi-cab

I bought a CD of piano music by Giovanni (apparently a local artist) and a cookie from Cookies by the Bay. After traveling alone for a day I found myself way more talkative than usual, and made good friends with the clerk who sold me the CD, the man in the information booth, and a family whose boy had skinned his knee to whom I gave a couple Band-aids from my purse.

The weather in San Diego is gorgeous, but it was even better the three days I spent on Coronado Island, just because I was on the beach and the air smells salty and fresh and clean. I checked into the Marriott Coronado Island Resort (which BYU paid for, thanks very much) and enjoyed my posh room.

Posh room with the best, most fluffy bed and pillows around.

However, this sign on the inside of the closet door did worry me momentarily:

Wednesday afternoon I spent walking around Coronado near the famous Hotel Del Coronado.

Hotel Del Coronado

It was built in the 1880’s, I think. The beach was, of course, a highlight of my visit.

Coronado Beach, looking towards Point Loma

It was lovely to walk along it, feeling the sea breeze and enjoying the warm sun. I got a sandwich from the Hotel Del’s bakery and ice cream from the Moo Time Creamery. The sandwich was 9 dollars, and the ice cream–a “mini moo” with one mix-in and one topping–was 7 dollars! Thank goodness for per diem.

I lusted after some Birkenstocks at the Coronado Birkenstock shop, then sensibly returned to my hotel and lay by the pool with a book.

It was so nice because the lounge chairs were padded and comfy, and you could hear the waves hitting the bay shore behind the hotel. It was very close to paradise.

Thursday and Friday morning were consumed by the conference (the actual reason I was in San Diego), which was generally very good. Thursday night I walked down the boardwalk with my coworker and got the only picture of me from the whole trip.

That’s Coronado Bridge in the background. The black shirt is slimming, but it’s also maternity, as is the skirt, since none of my regular clothes fit properly anymore.

San Diego and Coronado were fun to visit. I got to do and see pretty much everything on my list for the five days I was there. I’ll go back again someday, but next time I’m taking my husband and kids, and we’re going to for sure hit Sea World.