Friday, March 30, 2007


My wife sure is sleepy. That, above even the nausea, is the worst symptom. I know it's hormones, and her body changing, and the kid taking up nutrients and such. Just seems to be the worst part of it. Of course if the worst part is falling asleep on the couch every night than that's not too bad I suppose. . . course she used to do that all the time.

Today she said I've been acting like I'm scared of her. I've been hiding out working in the office on the computer, spending more time in the kitchen, or working in the yard. I can't do anything to help her other than listen, and when I just listen she gets madder and madder. So yeah, maybe I am a little scared of her right now. She's a ticking time bomb of hormones just waiting to explode all over the place, and frankly I don't need that right now.

I think I'll be happier when she's over the nausea and I can satiate her with food.

November seems so far away.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Step right up and spin the "Wheel-of-What-Could-Go-Wrong!" Will you land on a horrible genetic disorder, or perhaps 1 of the 5 “lose a turn” spaces? What will the wheel have in store for you?

I just finished reading the section of my book about everything that can go wrong and how to cope while consoling her.

If the baby doesn’t come out as a one-armed mongoloid, I’ll be happy. If it does. . . I’m going to feel bad for posting this.

Monday, March 26, 2007

Don't tell me what to do!. . .

So today we got our shipment of baby preparation books. The Big Mayo Clinic book, a book for her, and a book for me. Seems my new job is to convince my wife to eat things that she wouldn't eat if she weren't feeling nauseous all day long.

So how does one eat 4 servings of protein, 8 of carbohydrates, 3 dairy and one of every color both fruit and vegetable every day? Especially when they don't want to eat anything because it makes them feel sick. When the doctor said she needed 300 more calories a day I didn't think that would be tough.

Oh and we found out the baby is about the size of a pencil eraser. It's got leg and arm nubs (which don't sound too pleasing). Because of the only thing not bothering my wife's stomach we've (read: I've) taken to calling it "french fry." She's not to pleased about that, but rather than call the thing "it" I'm calling it "french fry." Given the size it must be one of those good crunchy french fry bits in the bottom of the bag. . . I like those.

Sunday, March 25, 2007

I'm nesting

Cleaning, fixing, making lists of things to do. I've heard of people nexting before, but I thought it came much later. I spent the better part of today working in the yard, and fixing stuff. I'm chomping at the bit to rip out and replace the kitchen (something we were planning on doing anyway, but I want to do it now).

Last night my mother-in-law said she has a "feeling" as to the sex of the baby.

Oh brother. . .

Friday, March 23, 2007

Morning sickness my ass. . .

I hope most people know by now that it's all day sickness.  The little bugger is growing and the wife is creating hormones, making her sick and making her have to pee all the time.  She began to feel better last night and then after eating felt sick again (she may actually never eat pizza again).

Plus side, her breasts are growing. Down side, they hurt (her not me). Plus side, increased blood flow to the pelvis, and therefore (from what I'm reading) increased sensitivity during sex. Down side, so nauseous sex is not going to happen.

Either way we move on. The urge to tell someone is subsiding a little bit. But one more month seems like forever.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

It's official. . .

So it's official. Today we went to the OB-GYN, had them check my wife's pee and they said "yep, you're having a baby." Then they loaded us down with a bunch of free stuff from some large pharmaceutical companies and baby formula conglomerates and sent us on our way. It's OK information, nothing too fancy. . . nothing you can't find on the web. A little magalog showing what the baby looks like at each month; followed by some very graphic pictures of a woman in what seems to be incredible pain and exposing her naughty bits for the world to see. At least it's on a nice paper stock.

After the doctor we decided to tell the parents. The ride there we were more nervous than the ride to the doctor. We kept saying it was like we were in trouble and going to admit what we did. We had made the decision to tell the parents and wait 'till the end of the first trimester (when you're out of the "danger zone") to tell everybody else. The reactions were. . . not what I expected. My wife's parents who are not very emotional people (and definitely not huggy people) were all excited and . . . well huggy. My parents who are very emotional people and are huggy, were excited, but not as excited. We wrote this off as her parents are now expecting their first grandchildren where mine already have 3.

I'm not saying either reaction was bad, or that either set of parents is more or less excited than the other. But it wasn't what I expected.

The relief of having someone else know is amazing. I can't imagine going for 12 weeks without telling someone. Most of the time I just want to shout it from the rooftops, but for now only the parent and grand parents know.

Monday, March 19, 2007

Dum Dum Dum

So it's late. . . for me anyway. Yep I've settled into the life of an old married couple well. OK I didn't settle into it alone, my wife has too. We've become OK with staying home spending our weekend nights bored at home watching TiVO. Most nights we're in bed before 10. . . which leads me back to "it's late."

I can't sleep, not tonight. Because tomorrow I'll be accompanying my wife to the doctor. Tomorrow it will be official. Tomorrow I find out for sure 100% that I'm going to be a dad.

I haven't said that out loud yet (I guess typing it here is the closest I've come). Lots of emotions are racing about this. I'm trying to remain calm, I don't want to freak the missus out. At least not more than she already is freaked out.

Anyway, just wanted to make my first post on what I hope will be an ongoing thing. I'm off to lay awake now.