Week 19....A few weeks ago I was very happy and relieved to hear the baby's heartbeat at the doctor's office since I'd started to feel better. I was beginning to think I wasn't pregnant anymore since I was sick for so long. Well, that won't be a worry anymore with this kid. Blueberry moves A LOT! I felt it for the first time while sitting on the couch at my parent's house over Christmas. For those women who have babies, as you know, it's really hard to describe the feeling. But its certainly nothing I've every felt before. At first I wasn't 100% sure I was feeling what I was feeling, but now I know because it happens all the time. I happens when I try to sleep. It happens when I'm watching TV. It happens while I'm working. It happens while I'm at court. It's happening right now!
Unfortunately Justin can't feel it yet. Blueberry was particularly active last night when I got home from work. I think the "el" gets him/her going. When Justin got home I had him try to feel it. Of course, when he put his hand on my belly, Blueberry stopped. Once he/she started moving again, we tried again. This time he/she kept moving, but Justin couldn't feel it. While he was trying, I had to laugh a little because we were sitting there on the couch, watching the news, with Justin's hand down my pants! (Mom, dad, don't read that part). He was the stereotypical male watching TV, except it was my gut he was holding on to, no his own! All we needed was football on the TV, beer and chips, and we'd have been set.
More later....Happy New Year!
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Everyone knows now....finally!
The cat is officially out of the bag now. We finally told my brothers/sisters-in-law over Christmas. The reveals were rather funny.
We told John/Jenny last Saturday night. In order to make it obvious (so I thought), I wore a tight shirt, leaned sideways against the wall and and rubbed my belly. My brother John didn't blink. Nothing. Nada. Even as the rest of the family was breathlessly watching him for a reaction. My sister-in-law Jenny seemed to notice, but didn't say anything. Good thing I had a back-up plan! After about 5 minutes, I went upstairs (under the guise of needing to change into more comfortable clothes) and put on my bright green "Bun In The Oven" t-shirt. It took Jenny about 2.5 seconds to get it then...John about 5 seconds. Jenny said she noticed the belly, but wasn't sure if I'd just packed on the holiday weight a little early. Always better to err on the said of silence in that situation. John, of course, hadn't noticed a thing.
My Grandma Washburn also found out along with John and Jenny. When I walked down in my shirt, she laughed along with everyone else, but we quickly learned that she needed a little explanation on what "Bun In The Oven" meant. I suppose that isn't a phrase that too many 94 year olds know.
We didn't get to tell Joe and Juli at the same time. Joe got in Sunday night, but Juli didn't get in until Monday morning. For Joe, I did the same tight shirt/lean against the wall routine that I did with John and Jenny. The family's over/under on him noticing was 4 minutes. Let's just say he went over. I saw him look at my gut a few times, but he never said anything. I should have waited a little bit longer. Instead, I took off my sweater to reveal my green shirt. That got his attention. He kept saying "Really? I can't believe it" over and over again. I should have waited a little longer for the reveal because he said he was about a minute away from telling me that life without kids was treating me kindly... i.e. I'd gotten fat! That would have been priceless!
We didn't see Juli until the next morning. Instead of going through the whole routine again, cut to the chase and I walked downstairs in my shirt. She was leaning against the counter talking. I walked in... said "Hi"... stretched... and complained about being stiff. She said "Hi" back to me...gave me a funny look....sheepishly walked over to give me a hug...and then walked back to the counter and kept talking. By this time everyone was staring at her wondering when she would read my shirt. After a minute or two, she caught on and screamed. Since I hadn't walked over to give her a hug, she thought I was mad at her.... but I was just trying to get her to read my shirt!
Needless to say, we are both happy that everyone knows now. It was tough for us, and I'm sure tough for my parents, to keep the secret for a month. But it was all worth it.
Stay tuned for pictures of me in my shirt with my 19 week baby bump!
We told John/Jenny last Saturday night. In order to make it obvious (so I thought), I wore a tight shirt, leaned sideways against the wall and and rubbed my belly. My brother John didn't blink. Nothing. Nada. Even as the rest of the family was breathlessly watching him for a reaction. My sister-in-law Jenny seemed to notice, but didn't say anything. Good thing I had a back-up plan! After about 5 minutes, I went upstairs (under the guise of needing to change into more comfortable clothes) and put on my bright green "Bun In The Oven" t-shirt. It took Jenny about 2.5 seconds to get it then...John about 5 seconds. Jenny said she noticed the belly, but wasn't sure if I'd just packed on the holiday weight a little early. Always better to err on the said of silence in that situation. John, of course, hadn't noticed a thing.
My Grandma Washburn also found out along with John and Jenny. When I walked down in my shirt, she laughed along with everyone else, but we quickly learned that she needed a little explanation on what "Bun In The Oven" meant. I suppose that isn't a phrase that too many 94 year olds know.
We didn't get to tell Joe and Juli at the same time. Joe got in Sunday night, but Juli didn't get in until Monday morning. For Joe, I did the same tight shirt/lean against the wall routine that I did with John and Jenny. The family's over/under on him noticing was 4 minutes. Let's just say he went over. I saw him look at my gut a few times, but he never said anything. I should have waited a little bit longer. Instead, I took off my sweater to reveal my green shirt. That got his attention. He kept saying "Really? I can't believe it" over and over again. I should have waited a little longer for the reveal because he said he was about a minute away from telling me that life without kids was treating me kindly... i.e. I'd gotten fat! That would have been priceless!
We didn't see Juli until the next morning. Instead of going through the whole routine again, cut to the chase and I walked downstairs in my shirt. She was leaning against the counter talking. I walked in... said "Hi"... stretched... and complained about being stiff. She said "Hi" back to me...gave me a funny look....sheepishly walked over to give me a hug...and then walked back to the counter and kept talking. By this time everyone was staring at her wondering when she would read my shirt. After a minute or two, she caught on and screamed. Since I hadn't walked over to give her a hug, she thought I was mad at her.... but I was just trying to get her to read my shirt!
Needless to say, we are both happy that everyone knows now. It was tough for us, and I'm sure tough for my parents, to keep the secret for a month. But it was all worth it.
Stay tuned for pictures of me in my shirt with my 19 week baby bump!
Friday, December 19, 2008
A Quick Bon Mot
So, as has been referred to on here recently, Jess has finally slayed the morning sickness monster. The days of me kindly stepping over her while she's throwing up in the toilet and running to get her a glass of juice, are over....so we thought.
Well, last night, my beloved Indianapolis Colts had a chance to clinch a playoff birth. Despite the fact that this is old hat due to them being the most dominant teams of the 2000's (yeah, that's right), I figured, hey, it's a Thursday before my last day in the office for the holidays, so why don't I break every rule I have and go out on a weeknight. I proceeded to actually be semi-responsible in my imbibing, and as such, I was up at 6:30 this morning with Jess getting ready.
That being said, I did have a couple of malted beverages while out.
Something you need to know about me before we continue on. I don't know what exact system of my body is responsible for "smell reduction," but whatever it is, it's broken. If I eat garlic, you smell it for days (there's actually a burger Jess has banned me from getting due to the fact that I smell of it for approximately 2 days); but there's nothing that makes me reek like liquor.
We continue.
So, there we are, about 6:45, brushing our teeth. All the sudden, Jess gets morning sickness; which hasn't happened for weeks. I run and get her something to drink, bring it back in. As she's recovering, she states what made her throw up - that's right, me. Apparently the combo of nachos, beer, buffalo chicken, beer and sleep made my breath a little, how shall I say it...toxic? Jess sheepishly looked at me, not wanting to hurt my feelings and said, "Uh. I just caught your breath and um..." I started laughing and at that point, Jess realized it was safe to continue. "I think I just downed an entire beer."
So, I singlehandedly brought back my wife's morning sickness. Good times.
Well, last night, my beloved Indianapolis Colts had a chance to clinch a playoff birth. Despite the fact that this is old hat due to them being the most dominant teams of the 2000's (yeah, that's right), I figured, hey, it's a Thursday before my last day in the office for the holidays, so why don't I break every rule I have and go out on a weeknight. I proceeded to actually be semi-responsible in my imbibing, and as such, I was up at 6:30 this morning with Jess getting ready.
That being said, I did have a couple of malted beverages while out.
Something you need to know about me before we continue on. I don't know what exact system of my body is responsible for "smell reduction," but whatever it is, it's broken. If I eat garlic, you smell it for days (there's actually a burger Jess has banned me from getting due to the fact that I smell of it for approximately 2 days); but there's nothing that makes me reek like liquor.
We continue.
So, there we are, about 6:45, brushing our teeth. All the sudden, Jess gets morning sickness; which hasn't happened for weeks. I run and get her something to drink, bring it back in. As she's recovering, she states what made her throw up - that's right, me. Apparently the combo of nachos, beer, buffalo chicken, beer and sleep made my breath a little, how shall I say it...toxic? Jess sheepishly looked at me, not wanting to hurt my feelings and said, "Uh. I just caught your breath and um..." I started laughing and at that point, Jess realized it was safe to continue. "I think I just downed an entire beer."
So, I singlehandedly brought back my wife's morning sickness. Good times.
December Doctor Visit
I went to the doctor on the 16th for my monthly check up. Everything is going great so far. I was rather nervous about this one because I've been feeling so good. At least when I felt like crap, I knew it was "a sign of a healthy pregnancy." (which btw, is a bunch of bull. They just feed that line to sick women to make them feel better because the lack of sickness is also the sign of a healthy pregnancy. I view it as the equivalent of saying rain on your wedding day is good luck. No its not. It sucks.) But now that I've been feeling good, but still can't feel the baby move, it was reassuring to hear the heartbeat.
For all those lawyers out there, you might get a kick out of how dorky I was at the appointment. Justin had a meeting and was unable to make it. And, since he hasn't heard the heartbeat since October, I had the bright idea of bringing along my dictaphone. Yep. I recorded my baby's heartbeat on a dictaphone. The same dictaphone I record horribly boring status letters and memos regarding workers' compensation. It ended up working out great though, and now I look at my dictaphone and think of Blueberry instead of work!
For all those lawyers out there, you might get a kick out of how dorky I was at the appointment. Justin had a meeting and was unable to make it. And, since he hasn't heard the heartbeat since October, I had the bright idea of bringing along my dictaphone. Yep. I recorded my baby's heartbeat on a dictaphone. The same dictaphone I record horribly boring status letters and memos regarding workers' compensation. It ended up working out great though, and now I look at my dictaphone and think of Blueberry instead of work!
Monday, December 15, 2008
Almost Everyone Knows
Week 17....The cat is slowly getting let out of the bag. We told Justin's mom (Grandma Susan) the weekend before Thanksgiving, and my parents (Meema and Pop) and my brother Jim the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. Needless to say, the conversations over Thanksgiving weekend centered on babies babies and more babies. The reveals centered around the ultrasound pictures. If I was more techno-saavy I would upload the pictures to the blog so that everyone can see them. But hey, this is the first time I've ever blogged. Baby steps.....That's what Justin is for. Plus, we'll get much better pictures at the 20 week ultrasound on January 8th. By then maybe I'll have learned how to scan.
When I say that almost everyone knows, its because there are still several important people who (hopefully) have no idea. Namely, my brothers and their wives, Joe/Juli and John/Jenny. The plan is to show up at Christmas all pregnant and see if they notice. The Vegas odds have them thinking I'm just fat, but I'm hoping that the baby bump will be recognizable. We'll let you know how it turns out.
While Justin says I clearly look pregnant (and my pants agree), I think I just look like I need to go the gym. I swear strangers look at my stomach and judge me. I'm right at the middle point where my pre-pregnancy pants don't button but most maternity pants slip down and sag. The baby is apparently the size of an avacado at this point. So its no surprise that my pants don't fit. I will be very excited to finally look pregnant.
The good news is that I'm finally feeling like a normal person. I haven't thrown up since before Thanksgiving and have felt pretty good for about two weeks. This is supposed to be the "golden" part of pregnancy. I'm hoping that turns out to be true. The jury is still out. While I may not be puking, I'm also going to bed at 8:00 pm and get heartburn when I even just think about eating. That is only supposed to get worse. I think I should take out stock in Tums!
More later....Merry Christmas!
When I say that almost everyone knows, its because there are still several important people who (hopefully) have no idea. Namely, my brothers and their wives, Joe/Juli and John/Jenny. The plan is to show up at Christmas all pregnant and see if they notice. The Vegas odds have them thinking I'm just fat, but I'm hoping that the baby bump will be recognizable. We'll let you know how it turns out.
While Justin says I clearly look pregnant (and my pants agree), I think I just look like I need to go the gym. I swear strangers look at my stomach and judge me. I'm right at the middle point where my pre-pregnancy pants don't button but most maternity pants slip down and sag. The baby is apparently the size of an avacado at this point. So its no surprise that my pants don't fit. I will be very excited to finally look pregnant.
The good news is that I'm finally feeling like a normal person. I haven't thrown up since before Thanksgiving and have felt pretty good for about two weeks. This is supposed to be the "golden" part of pregnancy. I'm hoping that turns out to be true. The jury is still out. While I may not be puking, I'm also going to bed at 8:00 pm and get heartburn when I even just think about eating. That is only supposed to get worse. I think I should take out stock in Tums!
More later....Merry Christmas!
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