Five realizations since finding out we’re having a boy
Thursday, February 4, 2010
22 weeks, 4 days pregnant
- Gender predictor tests are crap.
- I can’t wait to buy tiny golf shirts.
- I am making tons of pee-pee teepees.
- I already love this little boy fiercely.
- Dreams can change.
The big reveal …
Shocked or what? I know I was!
More details to come, dear bloggie friends! It’s been a rollercoaster 24 hours, and I have so much to tell you!
Today’s the day!
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
22 weeks, 2 days pregnant
Today’s the day we find out the sex! Eeeeeeeeeeeek!
The appointment is at 4:45 p.m., and they suggest eating “something sugary” about 20 minutes beforehand. So Darling Husband supplied me with all of the following:
- Orange pop
- Fun Dip
- Nerds
- Mike and Ikes
- Pop Rocks
Um, no, I am not eating all of that! Holy crap, Little Baby would be gyrating around in there, and they’d have to pry me off the ceiling.
I refused the Pop Rocks — they seem like they’d make the baby explode — and stored the Mike and Ikes in my desk for future snackage.
The plan is to sip the orange pop and eat the Fun Dip around 4:15 p.m., and bring the Nerds in my purse in case I don’t feel any movement by the time we arrive. I am ready. I am SO ready!
Open those legs, baby!
Um, Mommy promises to never say that again. Ever.
P.S. I won’t be seeing Mom and Little Sis until tomorrow, and I want to tell them in person. So expect the official gender announcement to appear on the blog tomorrow (Wednesday, January 3) at 5 p.m. EST.
"But the D-D-Duggars! And I c-c-can’t stop crying!"
Monday, February 1, 2010
22 weeks, 1 day preggo
So of course I watched the 19 Kids and Counting: Special Duggar Delivery last night. Sure, the whole rest of the world was watching the Grammy Awards. But I’m pregnant, and I have a sick fascination with the Duggars — there was no question about it.
To make a long story short, I should have watched the Grammys.
Watching the Grammys would not have resulted in the following hysterical phone call to Darling Husband a minute after the show ended:
DARLING HUSBAND: Hello?
ME (sobbing uncontrollably)
DARLING HUSBAND: Hello? What’s wrong?
ME: The D-D-Duggar baby! And I j-j-just don’t … *SOB*
DARLING HUSBAND: What? Babe, I can’t understand you.
ME: It’s so s-s-s-small! And our b-b-b-baby!
DARLING HUSBAND: What? What about the baby? Are you OK?
ME: I don’t w-w-w-ant our baby to c-c-c-come early! Like the D-D-Duggar baby!
DARLING HUSBAND: Oh … I wish you hadn’t watched that special.
ME: It’s … *SOB* … just too … *SOB* … small!
The number 23
Sunday, January 31, 2010
22 weeks pregnant!
Welcome to Week 23!
I can’t believe there are only four weeks left of the second trimester. The third seems so final, like the baby could come at any time. Guess we’d better get moving on the nursery, which is currently just a very empty (but well-vacuumed) chamber.
This week is going to be HUGE, because after much, much, much waiting — and much, much, much quizzing — we are going to find out if Little Baby is a boy or a girl!
There’s actually a lot going on this week, so here’s the line-up:
- Tuesday afternoon: Find out Little Baby’s sex during private clinic 3D ultrasound!
- Tuesday evening: Celebratory dinner afterwards with Darling Husband.
- Wednesday afternoon: Go back to the hospital for do-over 20-week ultrasound, to get the missed measurements. Hopefully the little sprout cooperates this time!
- Wednesday evening: Celebratory dinner with Mom and Little Sis, to announce the baby’s sex in person (and show off the ultrasound DVD).
- Friday evening: Celebratory dinner with Darling Husband’s family.
- Saturday morning: Quick trip to the fabric store, to buy my first yards of gender-specific fabric for projects! Shopping for paint and painting supplies, then Darling Husband begins painting the nursery!
I CAN’T WAIT TO FIND OUT!
I CAN’T WAIT TO FIND OUT!
I CAN’T WAIT TO FIND OUT!
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