So, to pick up where we left off yesterday-- As of July, we found out that we were knocked up and the adventrue really began.
Since that time, we jumped in head first with baby prep. Well, we kinda lazed aobut and theorized as to what we would do to prepare for the first tri-mester and then actually sprung into action around the our fourth or fifth month of pregnancy, bringing us to October. This is the time that we realized that we're actually going to be bringing home a baby. I started to show and there was no denying-- there's a baby coming.
We started to get the house together, painting and re-arranging, which has not stopped. We've painted the baby room, guest room, and kitchen. Things are really coming together! The man sold his little roadster, bye bye Z-3, and we bought a more practical 325 station wagon. Our dogs hang out in the way back and it's got a sunroof and butt warmers-- I'm pumped. The best part about it is the fact that our whole family can fit-- puppies included, but we'll see how much stuff we'll be able to take with us... we're a big brood, already!
We got our day-care provider in place. Her name is Miss Debbie and the man and I had such a great feeling when we met her. She's warm and caring and has been watching kids for more than 10 years. As anxious as I am about leaving my child, (I mean- the baby has lived inside of me for 7 months now, I feel pretty attached) I know Miss Debbie will care for our little one wonderfully!
We've recently gotten our crib and dresser/changing table and got them assembled and placed in the baby's room. It's starting to feel like we're pretty ready for the little one. I'm getting to the point where I just want to hold my baby! The jumping on my bladder and sciatic nerve pain doesn't help me to love pregnancy, but I can definitely understand why mommas are ready to meet their babies by labor day.
Hopefully, we're as ready as we feel... but who really is ready for their whole world to be turned upside-down by a tiny person? I guess we'll find out!
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Thursday, January 21, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
And so, we meet again...
After a year (plus) long hiatus, here I am. Let me tell you, this has been one serious calendar year! 2009 started slowly, not much in the way of events or news even worth discussing, but right about the middle of the year, the news was big!
I got my wisdom teeth out one lovely Saturday in July. In fact, it was July 11th that I spent the morning having my teeth extracted and the man ushered me home to sleep my recovery away for the next day or so. It is worth mentioning that Rob was a great nurse, even though he was pulled back to work for the open house that day, but Rocky was a very attentive nurse-maid. I slept downstairs in the big, comfy arm-chair that night and my buddy didn't leave my side. Zoey and the man carried on the normal routine and went upstairs at a reasonable hour to slumber in our room, but the man moved Rocky's bed right next to my chair and he stayed there with me all night. Every time I would wake up feeling a twinge of pain, he would put his head on the arm of the chair to check on me. I would pop another half of a pain pill... the good stuff... and doze back to sleep, all the while- under the watchful eye of our furry baby boy.
I made it through Sunday with various liquid foods prepared for me by the man, and even got to sleep in my own bed Sunday night. Luckily, I had the foresight to take Monday off, so as the man was getting ready for work, I decided to make use of my morning trip to the loo.
Let me preface this by saying, I had been thinking that I should take a pregnancy test at some point for about a week prior, but decided that Monday, July 13th would be the day to test. I didn't warn Rob or even hint to him that I had been thinking I should take a test... we'd been jinxed in the past by getting our hopes up a little too much. So, in secret, I took a pregnancy test. And passed. The stick said, "Pregnant." And I said nothing. I sort of gasped and then thought... "Should I tell the man before he goes to work, or chew on this all day and then tell him this evening?" This thought passed quickly as Rob and I don't do secrets very well. I hurried down the stairs and only got to the bottom before I said, "Rob--" He poked his head around the wall in the kitchen asking "Yeah?" And I said, "I'm pregnant." He moved quite quickly over to me at the bottom of the stairs and said, "What?" I repeated myself and held out the capped stick to prove my statement. He took it from me with one hand and moved the other to his forehead, saying, "Oh my God." I sat down on the steps and we both cried a few happy tears through giant smiles. We hugged and kissed (gently... I had just had my wisdom teeth out, you know) and our minds raced together through pregnancy, delivery, parenthood, and all things baby. At one point, I think I even said, "Here we go."
The man left for work after a few very long minutes and I settled in downstairs to watch "A Baby Story" all day and call the doctor. Neither of us did much thinking about anything but this little growing offspring all day and we were on our way. We figured that we were about 5 weeks along at that point, scheduled our first doctor's appointment for 10 weeks and started talking about when to tell our parents and families. We waited two weeks to tell our parents; at 7 weeks, we shared the news and everyone was very excited to hear that a little baby was on the way!
Needless to say, we're very excited to be parents! I can't believe in a few short months, I will be a mom. I'm getting back into the blogging thing because I think I'll have more to say as the days carry on. I'll try my best to keep the updates, coming-- I'll fill in the gap between then and now tomorrow!
I got my wisdom teeth out one lovely Saturday in July. In fact, it was July 11th that I spent the morning having my teeth extracted and the man ushered me home to sleep my recovery away for the next day or so. It is worth mentioning that Rob was a great nurse, even though he was pulled back to work for the open house that day, but Rocky was a very attentive nurse-maid. I slept downstairs in the big, comfy arm-chair that night and my buddy didn't leave my side. Zoey and the man carried on the normal routine and went upstairs at a reasonable hour to slumber in our room, but the man moved Rocky's bed right next to my chair and he stayed there with me all night. Every time I would wake up feeling a twinge of pain, he would put his head on the arm of the chair to check on me. I would pop another half of a pain pill... the good stuff... and doze back to sleep, all the while- under the watchful eye of our furry baby boy.
I made it through Sunday with various liquid foods prepared for me by the man, and even got to sleep in my own bed Sunday night. Luckily, I had the foresight to take Monday off, so as the man was getting ready for work, I decided to make use of my morning trip to the loo.
Let me preface this by saying, I had been thinking that I should take a pregnancy test at some point for about a week prior, but decided that Monday, July 13th would be the day to test. I didn't warn Rob or even hint to him that I had been thinking I should take a test... we'd been jinxed in the past by getting our hopes up a little too much. So, in secret, I took a pregnancy test. And passed. The stick said, "Pregnant." And I said nothing. I sort of gasped and then thought... "Should I tell the man before he goes to work, or chew on this all day and then tell him this evening?" This thought passed quickly as Rob and I don't do secrets very well. I hurried down the stairs and only got to the bottom before I said, "Rob--" He poked his head around the wall in the kitchen asking "Yeah?" And I said, "I'm pregnant." He moved quite quickly over to me at the bottom of the stairs and said, "What?" I repeated myself and held out the capped stick to prove my statement. He took it from me with one hand and moved the other to his forehead, saying, "Oh my God." I sat down on the steps and we both cried a few happy tears through giant smiles. We hugged and kissed (gently... I had just had my wisdom teeth out, you know) and our minds raced together through pregnancy, delivery, parenthood, and all things baby. At one point, I think I even said, "Here we go."
The man left for work after a few very long minutes and I settled in downstairs to watch "A Baby Story" all day and call the doctor. Neither of us did much thinking about anything but this little growing offspring all day and we were on our way. We figured that we were about 5 weeks along at that point, scheduled our first doctor's appointment for 10 weeks and started talking about when to tell our parents and families. We waited two weeks to tell our parents; at 7 weeks, we shared the news and everyone was very excited to hear that a little baby was on the way!
Needless to say, we're very excited to be parents! I can't believe in a few short months, I will be a mom. I'm getting back into the blogging thing because I think I'll have more to say as the days carry on. I'll try my best to keep the updates, coming-- I'll fill in the gap between then and now tomorrow!
Friday, August 22, 2008
Motherhood.
For the last couple of weeks, I've been batting around the idea of motherhood. I'm not announcing a pregnancy or anything- we're not there yet, but I've been chewing on that concept of motherhood. It's such an interesting thing--- you actually create a person and then assume responsibility for it's well-being. You teach it everything--- all things that fall outside the realm of instinctual. It's an amazing feat and I continue to fail at wrapping my brain around the possibility.
But, the reason for this post is that I'm just one person in this grand network of mothers and children. I am minute and my own concerns or excitement are not unique to me. I am simply the next generation of women to explore the prospect of motherhood.
The man and I have talked quite a bit about babies in our short little marriage. He's quite enthusiastic--- He's ready to make a baby and raise it up. He's ready for a family and ready to be a Dad. I fall a little more in love with him every time he says it because his passion for family life is something that I've always seen in him, even when he was making an utter fool of himself drinking to oblivion (oh how I miss college!). In fact, his family values are the third biggest reason that I married him.
You see, I have this superhuman ability to read people. I can tell who is pretending to be an asshole and who's pretending not to be one. And I can mentally sift through all the macho man (big man on campus, in his case) attitude to discover those exact things that you're hoping I can't see. I've done it for so long and it's served me very well. You can't fool me, no one ever has. I've never been heartbroken or stumped by friends. I've always been able to understand their innermost feelings, even when they're not even sure of what they're feeling. the only other person I've ever known to do this is my mom. But, she claims it's a gift she only has for her children. I can call her and pretend to feel one way about any issue and she wastes no time in calling me on my bullshit. She says that it has something to do with carrying in your womb and raising children from day 1. She says there's no one I could hide my true feelings from her-- I've stopped trying.
Whereas I have no children, save the four legged, furry ones that I love so much, this isn't a gift that has come from motherhood. I've always had it-- and now that I think about it, I've always mothered. As the eldest daughter in a family of five, a combination of factors put me in the "mini-mom" position from very early in my life. I have three little sisters, who are very much like dolls to a young girl, and two parents who had to work quite a bit to support this large and in charge brood. Therefore, by the time my youngest sister was born in 1995, I was a 10 year old mini-mom. I changed more diapers than did my father and was giving bottles like a champ. By the time I was in high school, I was getting home from practice after school, preparing dinner and providing rides to girl scouts or birthday parties, making sure homework was done and teeth brushed, reading bedtime stories and singing lullabyes to soothe little ones to sleep. And then, only then, completing my homework and chatting with friends about our highly dramatic days.
Don't confuse my tone, I knew nothing else when I was growing up. I enjoyed my childhood and always felt as though I had as much fun, if not more, than all my friends. But, I've mothered since I was very young. My mom and I often think back on the "olden days" and remember things together like when Patty had chicken pox or when Maggie and Katie would refuse to get dressed after their evening baths and read stories to one another. It's in me and it always has been.
Even in looking through a box of old memories that my mom had found (and pulled out for me to take to my own house to store away for another 5 years and beyond) I found an award I got my Junior year of High School from the coaches on my lacrosse team. I was awarded "The Team Mom Award." I kept everyone together and solved the disputes while making no enemies of my own.
And then I met the man and I mother him as well. And the funny thing is, he doesn't really mind it. I don't follow him around telling him to clean his room, mind you, but I remind him of things and make him cookies and he seems to really like the love that I give him. That's a good thing, I guess.
...And all of this is brought up because I am acutely aware of all things motherhood now-a-days. I see little Bambis all over the place as I'm driving around the county and I stumble upon "A Baby Story" on TLC when I've exhausted everything saved on our DVR. And, more importantly, I hit the "Next Blog" button at the top of the blogspot page and I come across real couples with real families that chronicle their trials and tribulations of parenthood. I've come across a couple who have been going through the adoption process for 2 years after learning of their infertility. I've read a blog of a couple who just lost their little boy after 16 months of struggle with his many health problems. I continue to be reminded of the joy and pain-- the miracle of motherhood and childbirth-- and how some people may never give birth to a baby despite their desire to do so. And how nothing is ever a sure thing.
I spend so much time counting months and planning out how I'd like my life to look, but the fact of the matter is, what's the fun in planning? I said that the man's desire for a family is the 3rd biggest reason I married him. Well, the first is the way he loves me-- including the amount of love he showers on me daily--- but, the second reason I married him is his ability to jump right in with both feet. He is not a planner, not an over-analyzer, like me. He decides what he wants and he goes for it... with very little regard for outcome or consequences. Dangerous, yes. But, with our powers combined-- we are a strong, loving, logical, free-spirited, parenthood team. So, maybe we'll dive right in and let the fates decide when we'll be lucky enough to bring a little one into the world.
I think life is feeling a little too calm, I'm ready for some chaos-- cheers.
But, the reason for this post is that I'm just one person in this grand network of mothers and children. I am minute and my own concerns or excitement are not unique to me. I am simply the next generation of women to explore the prospect of motherhood.
The man and I have talked quite a bit about babies in our short little marriage. He's quite enthusiastic--- He's ready to make a baby and raise it up. He's ready for a family and ready to be a Dad. I fall a little more in love with him every time he says it because his passion for family life is something that I've always seen in him, even when he was making an utter fool of himself drinking to oblivion (oh how I miss college!). In fact, his family values are the third biggest reason that I married him.
You see, I have this superhuman ability to read people. I can tell who is pretending to be an asshole and who's pretending not to be one. And I can mentally sift through all the macho man (big man on campus, in his case) attitude to discover those exact things that you're hoping I can't see. I've done it for so long and it's served me very well. You can't fool me, no one ever has. I've never been heartbroken or stumped by friends. I've always been able to understand their innermost feelings, even when they're not even sure of what they're feeling. the only other person I've ever known to do this is my mom. But, she claims it's a gift she only has for her children. I can call her and pretend to feel one way about any issue and she wastes no time in calling me on my bullshit. She says that it has something to do with carrying in your womb and raising children from day 1. She says there's no one I could hide my true feelings from her-- I've stopped trying.
Whereas I have no children, save the four legged, furry ones that I love so much, this isn't a gift that has come from motherhood. I've always had it-- and now that I think about it, I've always mothered. As the eldest daughter in a family of five, a combination of factors put me in the "mini-mom" position from very early in my life. I have three little sisters, who are very much like dolls to a young girl, and two parents who had to work quite a bit to support this large and in charge brood. Therefore, by the time my youngest sister was born in 1995, I was a 10 year old mini-mom. I changed more diapers than did my father and was giving bottles like a champ. By the time I was in high school, I was getting home from practice after school, preparing dinner and providing rides to girl scouts or birthday parties, making sure homework was done and teeth brushed, reading bedtime stories and singing lullabyes to soothe little ones to sleep. And then, only then, completing my homework and chatting with friends about our highly dramatic days.
Don't confuse my tone, I knew nothing else when I was growing up. I enjoyed my childhood and always felt as though I had as much fun, if not more, than all my friends. But, I've mothered since I was very young. My mom and I often think back on the "olden days" and remember things together like when Patty had chicken pox or when Maggie and Katie would refuse to get dressed after their evening baths and read stories to one another. It's in me and it always has been.
Even in looking through a box of old memories that my mom had found (and pulled out for me to take to my own house to store away for another 5 years and beyond) I found an award I got my Junior year of High School from the coaches on my lacrosse team. I was awarded "The Team Mom Award." I kept everyone together and solved the disputes while making no enemies of my own.
And then I met the man and I mother him as well. And the funny thing is, he doesn't really mind it. I don't follow him around telling him to clean his room, mind you, but I remind him of things and make him cookies and he seems to really like the love that I give him. That's a good thing, I guess.
...And all of this is brought up because I am acutely aware of all things motherhood now-a-days. I see little Bambis all over the place as I'm driving around the county and I stumble upon "A Baby Story" on TLC when I've exhausted everything saved on our DVR. And, more importantly, I hit the "Next Blog" button at the top of the blogspot page and I come across real couples with real families that chronicle their trials and tribulations of parenthood. I've come across a couple who have been going through the adoption process for 2 years after learning of their infertility. I've read a blog of a couple who just lost their little boy after 16 months of struggle with his many health problems. I continue to be reminded of the joy and pain-- the miracle of motherhood and childbirth-- and how some people may never give birth to a baby despite their desire to do so. And how nothing is ever a sure thing.
I spend so much time counting months and planning out how I'd like my life to look, but the fact of the matter is, what's the fun in planning? I said that the man's desire for a family is the 3rd biggest reason I married him. Well, the first is the way he loves me-- including the amount of love he showers on me daily--- but, the second reason I married him is his ability to jump right in with both feet. He is not a planner, not an over-analyzer, like me. He decides what he wants and he goes for it... with very little regard for outcome or consequences. Dangerous, yes. But, with our powers combined-- we are a strong, loving, logical, free-spirited, parenthood team. So, maybe we'll dive right in and let the fates decide when we'll be lucky enough to bring a little one into the world.
I think life is feeling a little too calm, I'm ready for some chaos-- cheers.
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