Welcome to The Spicy Peanut. You’re here to find updates on a very special little tyke as it develops, and possibly to learn news about any other news about us. And for those of you who are new to this blog, yes, we are pregnant. We hope that this will prevent us having to write separate emails to family members, and also allow us a convenient place to present images, movies, and other interesting media, and to keep you informed and maybe even entertained.

So I’m sure one of the first things you’ll want to know is why the blog is called The Spicy Peanut.

We had initially taken to calling the developing fetus “the peanut.” Not sure how exactly that came about, but it did have something to do with the size and seeing it for the first time on an ultrasound. Possibly also our current and continued inability to use a gendered pronoun.

Anne also likes spicy foods. We have about 3 containers of red pepper in our spice cabinet. This is just one of those tomato/tomahto points between us. She likes spicy foods, I like things on the milder side. She likes shopping; I like…not shopping. She likes AM radio, I like FM. I mean, how can you like AM radio with all that talk and inferior sound quality? And those weird numbers??? I’ll stick with numbers between 88 and 108, thank you very much!! Those odd-numbered decimals are extremely meaningful!! Every time I get in the car I have to spend ONE WHOLE EXTRA SECOND pushing the “FM” button on the car stereo in order to listen to the good stuff!!! I mean, for Christ’s sake!!!

Phew. Sorry about that. We’re seeing a counselor about this AM/FM issue. (Watching Dr. Phil counts as seeing a counselor, right?)

Anyway, spicy foods. Anne likes them. Despite the pregnancy, she is still dumping red pepper on things. I told her that she was going to make a spicy baby – and because it was half mine, she’d better be careful.

You see, when I have spicy foods of a certain caliber, I hiccup. And hiccuping drives me crazy. It’s like a little kid is punching you in your abdomen every 6-7 seconds. And not one of those cute kids – one of those annoying, poorly-parented kids (i.e. kids parented by anyone else other than us). He probably has a bowl cut. And you can’t insult him about his dumb haircut because he’s a kid.

Everyone has their own little stupid way to make the hiccups stop, and it never works. And they always need to insist that you try their way when it happens to you around them. And then you look like an idiot, trying to drink that glass of water upside down while bending over and rubbing the back of your left knee. And then you hiccup anyway, inhale some water, and start coughing like crazy. I’LL JUST LET THEM RUN THEIR COURSE, THANKS.

So I think you’ll be SIMILARLY DISTURBED to see the video below, the first video we’ve received of the fetus (10 weeks).

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=66DyBwIGVaQ

Does that look like hiccuping to you?! That baby must be so pissed off right now!

We have created a spicy baby. We’ve created a baby who will spurn the rattle for the sound of red pepper flakes in a half-empty spice jar. We have created The Spicy Peanut.