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Ah, the word seems to be spreading fast now, as Grandma Mary Jane now has the go ahead to start blabbing the news to all. :)
Jennifer glossed right over the fact yesterday that it was our first wedding anniversary. It's been an interesting year to say the least, and the next one seems to be even more exciting than the last.
A whole year already, wow. I think once Cops gets here time will go by even faster.
Here we are, week 11, not so pukey and definitely more hungry. I feel like I am always eating. And I'm trying to eat good things, but it's hard. This morning I woke up at 4 am just starving to death...it was such an urgent sense of hunger that I roared straight for the kitchen for a granola bar and some kool-aid. It's weird to be so ruled by what's going on inside of you. On a more interesting note, "the book" says that our baby is the size of a large lime this week. This was accompanied by a to-scale drawing of an alien-looking fetus. Cute. So hold your thumb and index fingers apart like you're making the letter "C"...that's the size of Cops. No wonder I'm having trouble buttoning my pants.
It's been a quiet week on the baby front this week.
Week 10: so far so good.
We were in Borders yesterday going through the name books, and let me tell you, there are a ton of name books and websites out there. It's a big deal, I know, but its a bit overwhelming.
I know one thing - we won't be going with popular names, so Dakota and Madison are out, as are Austin, Cole, etc.
We have some possibilities, but nothing definite yet. We'll have to make a poll once we narrow down some choices.
A useful tool for all sports fans here. It helps to predict what major sporting event might be interrupted by the birth of your child. According to the site, Mike may miss out on the NCAA Final Four. Boo. There is also a tool that tells you what days to be "careful" if you would rather die than miss the Super Bowl or the Stanley Cup Playoffs.
Jennifer has been feeling pretty crappy the last few days, with some extreme nausea, but I've been very dilligent in not using terms for her nausea such as "Liquid Laugh", "Technicolor Yawn", "Pukey", "pavement pizza", "Boot", "Sell Buicks", etc. I'm being as supportive as humanly possible, while not trying to laugh too much. She's just so cute and makes the funniest little noises while she lays in bed, ranging from weird hiccup type things to loud belchy-type noises. Jeff, I love you you're the best (and funniest).
Since we're in a good mood, I thought everyone would like a chance to Complete a puzzle with a picture of my unborn child. The fun never stops, huh.
Perhaps I spoke too soon about feeling less queasy. BARF!!!
Week 8 successfully completed, and now week 9 begins. I feel more at ease, and it's been a good weekend in general. I got to get some extra sleep (yay!) and I also am feeling less queasy. That is a definite plus. Friday night Beth came over bearing gifts to make pregnant me more comfortable, which was just so sweet of her. She also brought a book called "The Girlfriends Guide to Pregnancy". I've almost finished it (much to Mike's dismay) and it's been a really good read. It tells you all the nitty gritty bits of pregnancy that your doctor never would address, including mood swings, body changes, cravings, maternity fashion, and delivery fears. Nice. Now I'm going to eat some garlic-marinated mushrooms and watch tv.
Well, this is the week folks. I am nervous. Today starts my 8th week of pregnancy. This is how far I got the last time, before I miscarried. I am terrified. I know I shouldn't worry...things look good and the doctor is confident and I finally stopped bleeding, but I'm still scared. There's really nothing I can do to prevent anything from going wrong, so I'm trying to relax. But it's not easy...bear with me if I get a little crazy.
Today was the ultrasound, and it was very very neat. I think the comment of the day was "See that big black thing there? That's your bladder." Nice.
Each step that we take makes things all the more real. Its one thing to know that you're expecting, and be excited. But it becomes more real once the doctor says that you are. Today the lady giving the sonogram stopped moving for a second, and pointed at a flickering pixel.
"See that thing moving, that's your baby's heart."
Wow. It's real now. That was just an amazing moment - the moment you realize that this is moving from our perception of a baby and the mystique of it all to the fact that there's a living thing in my wife's stomach and I'm ultimately going to be responsible for it. That's a heavy responsibility, but I'm ready.
I think.
