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4 months in...

Still no ultrasound - it seems crazy to have gone this long without getting one. It feels like half of my friends are pregnant right now and they've all had ultrasounds by this point! Oh well.

Baby is an avocado now. I wish they'd at least pick foods that I liked when coming up with these comparisons for me to visualize.

We had my 16-week appointment this morning, and everything looks good. Heartrate is at 140, which is just on the dot to not be able to use the old wives' tale of gender prediction: "As the old wives' tale has it, if your unborn baby's heart rate is higher, above 140 beats per minute, that means you're carrying a girl. A lower heart rate below 140 bpm means you're having a boy." Typical!

Our appointment is scheduled for next Friday, 11/9 - the big day, if baby cooperates and lets us see what flavor it is! I'm pretty convinced it's a girl, and of course Ryan's sure it's a boy. Either way, it'll be so exciting to see it on screen instead of just having the doppler sounds as confirmation that this is real! Although honestly, I'm still getting sick every now and then (yesterday was BAD) and that should be proof enough. I'm not showing much at all yet, and am trying to be thankful for that. :)

FYI

I am really horrible about keeping up with a blog. Since only the wife knows that this blog exists I guess I am really just remiss in writing about my wife to her.

Ugh, I wish I could write like she does.

Lemon

Size of a lemon this week.

Also, just wanted to note that Ben and Sherry are in labor with their second boy. Ben is keeping a up-to-the-minute (almost) posting on their blog of the labor process awaiting the arrival of Noname. We are all anxiously awaiting the arrival and the reveal of the name. Hope all goes well with them and hopefully baby Noname will be a future classmate of our bundle of joy.

almost two months later

I actually had thought to start a blog when I saw the two lines....shocker. Mostly because I had nothing else to do that day and I was freaking out. But then I never wrote to it again for some reason. So here's that first post, just hours after I discovered our new development:

I knew it. I woke up this morning, made myself breakfast, and promptly went to the bathroom to throw it up.

Something was not right here. Suddenly things started clicking in my head and I calmly told Ryan we might have an interesting development on our hands. He gave me "the look" and said something along the lines of "well, why don't we look into that."

At the time of this conversation, we were in the car on the way to drop him off at the airport for his SO IMPORTANT trip to Atlanta for his fantasy football draft. Yes, dear future child of ours, your father missed the important peeing on a stick event because he was off to pick men in tight pants for a fantasy team.

I don't suppose anyone's prepared for how they'll really feel when those two pink lines show up - I wish there'd been a hidden video camera to capture my reaction, because I think I was speaking in tongues for about ten minutes. And then I was hit with the realization that I could tell NO ONE because my husband was on a plane for another two hours and it'd probably be rude to tell anyone else before I filled him in on the news. I did say it out loud to the cat a few times, but he clearly didn't appreciate the magnitude of the situation.

Ryan texted me when he landed, as he always does. I texted back to call me when he was off the plane. 20 minutes later I couldn't wait any longer and called him first, and even though he was on the Atlanta airport tram between terminals, I told him the news. And then I had to say "hello?" a few times. Because I thought he might have fainted, although I didn't hear an audible thud on the other end.

He was due to take Marta up to the midtown station where his friend, Kenny, was picking him up. We're talking, laughing nervously a bit, with a few "oh my god's" thrown in for good measure, when I hear him say "midtown marta station". He was so thrown off his rocker than he jumped in a cab instead of having to sit on a marta train for 40 minutes.

So here I am, apparently 6 weeks pregnant. I went out in the pouring rain to get What to Expect When You're Expecting and The Girlfriend's Guide to Pregnancy. Because really, I don't know what else to do. Am I supposed to be doing something? We move to Nashville in two weeks and suddenly that's the last thing on my mind.

I've already talked to both parents and my sister today and it was AWFUL not being able to say anything! We'll have to figure out a plan to share the news. and soon.

I can't believe we're having a baby.

Embryo size

So Anne is obviously reading a lot more about the development of what is going on inside her. Not that I am not curious, I just probably wouldn't know where to begin. And would probably get bored, to be honest. Unless the subject is history or fantasy sports related my mind tends to drift these days. But I don't fear...I know that she will keep me abreast of all the goings on inside.

For example, the embryo size. Apparently, expecting parents can only relate shape and size to consumables. Every other week or so I think Anne receives and email describing the size of our developing baby. It went from peanut, to grape, to kumquat, to fig, passing quickly from lime to where we are today, jumbo shrimp.

Of course all that reading no doubt makes someone hungry.

Second Trimester

Well, I know I am starting this blog a bit late in the game. Unlike my best man, Ben, I hadn't thought to sign in to blogger when I saw two lines. (Sidenote, I wasn't even there for the "two lines" sighting. But that's another post)

But anyways, we are through the first trimester. In fact, on Monday we went in to meet our new doctor an heard the heartbeat for the first time. Kind of surreal. The doctor was so matter of fact about it that I don't think Anne and I really had a chance to really take in what we were hearing. There was noise coming from within my wife's stomach. Now I must clarify, there is always noise coming from my wife's stomach. If there are ever only one mood my wife is in its hungry. And its not that she eats a lot, not at all, its just that she can eat almost anytime. I, on the other hand, am a one meal a day kind of guy. Like a camel.

Sorry, noticed I was rambling.

So we are through the first trimester and it wasn't as bad as I guess we had heard. There were several times where she was ill but overall it no major hiccups. Just normal pregnancy stuff I guess. So one third of the way there. I imagine this next trimester will fly with all the holidays and exciting stuff going on with our new house. April will be here before we know it.

Oh yes, forgot to mention this, we are due in April. Another Aries like 'his/her' dad!