So... it happens. You share your news and people start to make up nicknames for the little person growing inside of you... No one calls it he or she, because we don't know yet, they also don't refer to it as an 'embryo' or a 'fetus'.
Our little Nugget has been deemed 'Colina' by Colin (Richards appointed Big Brother) who is sending girlie vibes our way in hopes of another little girl in the family.
Dave and Cassy (more Dave then Cassy) named 'her' Godzilla, but only as a middle name, because as a first name that would be ridiculous.
This name stuck, because my very favorite blog (Alphamom.com) refered to my growing bump as Godzilla in a post, because they have grown so much in the last week.
Now we refer to the little bean as 'Zilla'... and I kind of like it.
I like that our friends are happy for us... I like that they are excited and will be a big part of little Zilla's life.
Cassy even said she would take on a Baby Shower, which is amazing considering the fiasco my Bridal shower was (it turned out amazing, but behind the scenes was chaos).
I also think I am finally experiencing morning sickness... or I am just THAT hungry, who can say?
6 and half weeks... feels like we've known this secret forever and the fact that we can talk openly with our friends makes it that much less of a secret.
Next week we tell the Moms... and the secret is out.
Monday, December 17, 2012
Thursday, December 13, 2012
The great day of posting!
One more topic and then I have to get to work... telling the Moms'.
What a stressful event this as been... Richard and I talk about it all the time, debate about tactics, hum and ha about presents and timing... it should be fun - its not.
My Mum is easy... I planted a pear seed (hopefully it sprouts soon) and intend on giving her that with a card I made (below).
She is already 'Grandma' so, although she will be over the top excited and probably cry, its not like its her FIRST grandchild. She is already Grandma no question about it.
And for Pete (my father in law) we ordered the smallest motorcycle boots we could find...
... because we always talk about getting our baby on a bike at 3 years old. Pete will connect the dots when we show him the little tiny boots (which are possibly the cutest thing I have ever seen). He is going to glowing with excitement and I can't WAIT to tell him.
And for Liz
...
My Mother in Law
...
We have no idea. That's not true... we have a million ideas, but we also know she is kind of hard to please and we don't want to spoil her moment, because of the details. We're Pregnant and that is all that should matter, but we also don't want her to spoil Dad's moment (he tends to get lost in the shadows, because of her overreaction to most things). We can't put 'Grandma' on anything, because she refuses to be called Grandma (this is a long, on going battle). So we're stuck... its upsetting that a moment that should be so happy is being over taken, but ridiculousness. So, we decided to get Dad his gift, let him react and she will have a card... so she can react. It's not about the gifts anyways. And we're all geared up for the tough questions (I refuse to fight the Grandma battle on Christmas day) with 'Enjoy the moment, we'll talk about that later' end of discussion. Locked and loaded.
I hope we're wrong... I hope we're just planning for the worst and in actuality its going to be a joyous moment without any heartache or headaches, but we've never been that luck in the past with my dear Mother in Law.
Stay tuned...
Love!
PS - Once the parents know... its no longer a secret! Yay!
PS - I am nervous about some questions, because they (Liz) will be offended they weren't the first to know and that we waited to tell them, but we thought a Baby as a Christmas present is the BEST THING EVER. It is, afterall, all I have ever wanted!
What a stressful event this as been... Richard and I talk about it all the time, debate about tactics, hum and ha about presents and timing... it should be fun - its not.
My Mum is easy... I planted a pear seed (hopefully it sprouts soon) and intend on giving her that with a card I made (below).
She is already 'Grandma' so, although she will be over the top excited and probably cry, its not like its her FIRST grandchild. She is already Grandma no question about it.
And for Pete (my father in law) we ordered the smallest motorcycle boots we could find...
... because we always talk about getting our baby on a bike at 3 years old. Pete will connect the dots when we show him the little tiny boots (which are possibly the cutest thing I have ever seen). He is going to glowing with excitement and I can't WAIT to tell him.
And for Liz
...
My Mother in Law
...
We have no idea. That's not true... we have a million ideas, but we also know she is kind of hard to please and we don't want to spoil her moment, because of the details. We're Pregnant and that is all that should matter, but we also don't want her to spoil Dad's moment (he tends to get lost in the shadows, because of her overreaction to most things). We can't put 'Grandma' on anything, because she refuses to be called Grandma (this is a long, on going battle). So we're stuck... its upsetting that a moment that should be so happy is being over taken, but ridiculousness. So, we decided to get Dad his gift, let him react and she will have a card... so she can react. It's not about the gifts anyways. And we're all geared up for the tough questions (I refuse to fight the Grandma battle on Christmas day) with 'Enjoy the moment, we'll talk about that later' end of discussion. Locked and loaded.
I hope we're wrong... I hope we're just planning for the worst and in actuality its going to be a joyous moment without any heartache or headaches, but we've never been that luck in the past with my dear Mother in Law.
Stay tuned...
Love!
PS - Once the parents know... its no longer a secret! Yay!
PS - I am nervous about some questions, because they (Liz) will be offended they weren't the first to know and that we waited to tell them, but we thought a Baby as a Christmas present is the BEST THING EVER. It is, afterall, all I have ever wanted!
Swearing.
We are trying SO hard not to swear... we both use the 'F word' way too much, but before now had no viable reason to stop (aside from sounding unintelligent). The day we found out, we decided to quit, but it has proved to be difficult... words slip out in traffic, at work or when telling a really frustrating story.
Every time I correct Richard (or he corrects me) in a low whisper 'Don't say F*ck.' and then we apologize.
Yesterday Richard prepared my lunch for me, with little notes on each container of what was hidden inside, my favorite was my bucket of vitamins, the note read : 'Your vitamins and shit, don't say shit, sorry'. I laughed out loud... for real.
I wish I had a picture.
We're getting better day by day... swapping out F and S words for the bad ones. I tend to fall back on 'oh, Eff!' which is funny, but will still need to stop.
Wish us luck!
Every time I correct Richard (or he corrects me) in a low whisper 'Don't say F*ck.' and then we apologize.
Yesterday Richard prepared my lunch for me, with little notes on each container of what was hidden inside, my favorite was my bucket of vitamins, the note read : 'Your vitamins and shit, don't say shit, sorry'. I laughed out loud... for real.
I wish I had a picture.
We're getting better day by day... swapping out F and S words for the bad ones. I tend to fall back on 'oh, Eff!' which is funny, but will still need to stop.
Wish us luck!
The end of week 6.
Our little guy has a functioning heart... that is SO amazing. According to my apps... [BabyBump] '...the neural groove will have closed by this time. The tiny heart is starting to pump blood'.
This is also the first week Richard claims 'it looks like something' based on the pictures on the same app. It's more surreal then I ever expected. He is the size of a Blueberry today... that's big (in the grand scheme of things).
This process involves so much waiting... for good news, for bad. It's scary. The further you get the safer it becomes and the more excited you let yourself become.
Richard was home last night (no work, which is bad, but having him home is good). We wandered over to Subway to satisfy a craving (and avoid cooking). We sat there and discussed everything from strollers to car seats, diapers to dirt bikes. It was the first time, in a long time, we just hung out. With him on night shift the weeks are lonely and the weekends are so busy, we never just hang out. We also rarely talk baby, face to face because we're always around people that don't know... because we're waiting (full circle and that my friends is good writing) to tell them.
Richard also completed his first 'Daddy run', by that I mean I was uncomfortable and he went out to get something to help me... at 9pm he drove to the drugstore and picked me up a hot water bottle (and chips) for my back, which has been the worst part so far... it just aches all of the time.
The water bottle helped immensely... he even filled and re-filled it.
I gave him his first Christmas present last night, as well. Something extra I found a few days ago... Fox in Socks by Dr. Seuss. This was his favorite book as a child, his Mom would read it again and again getting more and more tongue tied.
I signed it 'To the worlds best Dad, from the worlds best Mum... I love you both'. He almost teared up... things are sinking in for him and I LOVE it.
Today I am feeling very blessed and find myself smiling for no reason... all day.
This is also the first week Richard claims 'it looks like something' based on the pictures on the same app. It's more surreal then I ever expected. He is the size of a Blueberry today... that's big (in the grand scheme of things).
This process involves so much waiting... for good news, for bad. It's scary. The further you get the safer it becomes and the more excited you let yourself become.
Richard was home last night (no work, which is bad, but having him home is good). We wandered over to Subway to satisfy a craving (and avoid cooking). We sat there and discussed everything from strollers to car seats, diapers to dirt bikes. It was the first time, in a long time, we just hung out. With him on night shift the weeks are lonely and the weekends are so busy, we never just hang out. We also rarely talk baby, face to face because we're always around people that don't know... because we're waiting (full circle and that my friends is good writing) to tell them.
Richard also completed his first 'Daddy run', by that I mean I was uncomfortable and he went out to get something to help me... at 9pm he drove to the drugstore and picked me up a hot water bottle (and chips) for my back, which has been the worst part so far... it just aches all of the time.
The water bottle helped immensely... he even filled and re-filled it.
I gave him his first Christmas present last night, as well. Something extra I found a few days ago... Fox in Socks by Dr. Seuss. This was his favorite book as a child, his Mom would read it again and again getting more and more tongue tied.
I signed it 'To the worlds best Dad, from the worlds best Mum... I love you both'. He almost teared up... things are sinking in for him and I LOVE it.
Today I am feeling very blessed and find myself smiling for no reason... all day.
Monday, December 10, 2012
We told more people.
And it is the best SO far.
We finally got to Colin and Sherry's for dinner. We've been talking about this for the last few weeks (pre baby news) and the timing couldn't have worked out better. After a relaxing dinner and a full catch up we retreated to the living room, the girls had gone to bed and we had all sunken into the couch. Sherry had spent most of the night wrapped in a blanket recovering from the night before.
I poked Richard a dozen times waiting for him to bring it up, share are news, but he didn't. The night was winding down and we had gotten to the point of awkward silence, when we should excuse ourselves, thank our hosts and call it a night, but I refused to budge until Richard spilled the beans. I finally poked him and gave him the 'tell them' look. Sherry asked if we had something to share (but I suspect she already knew). I blurted out 'We're Pregnant!' and she shot off the couch like a rocket landing on top of me in a full bear hug.
They both grinned and congratulated us a dozen times. Colin kept looking at me and smiling. The conversation carried into the night... they relived the pregnancy and birth of their little girls and we shared our already awkward moments.
I am so glad I have a Mommy to talk too and thrilled Richard has a Dad to consult. Richard finally seemed to be excited about this whole thing... he had gotten the approval he needed.
So... that's it for sharing the news. We won't be telling anyone else until Christmas (I know, I know... yea, right?!)
Otherwise I'm feeling no different then last week... my boobs are sore and my lower back aches.
Stay tuned... Morning sickness should kick in this week. Ew.
Love!
We finally got to Colin and Sherry's for dinner. We've been talking about this for the last few weeks (pre baby news) and the timing couldn't have worked out better. After a relaxing dinner and a full catch up we retreated to the living room, the girls had gone to bed and we had all sunken into the couch. Sherry had spent most of the night wrapped in a blanket recovering from the night before.
I poked Richard a dozen times waiting for him to bring it up, share are news, but he didn't. The night was winding down and we had gotten to the point of awkward silence, when we should excuse ourselves, thank our hosts and call it a night, but I refused to budge until Richard spilled the beans. I finally poked him and gave him the 'tell them' look. Sherry asked if we had something to share (but I suspect she already knew). I blurted out 'We're Pregnant!' and she shot off the couch like a rocket landing on top of me in a full bear hug.
They both grinned and congratulated us a dozen times. Colin kept looking at me and smiling. The conversation carried into the night... they relived the pregnancy and birth of their little girls and we shared our already awkward moments.
I am so glad I have a Mommy to talk too and thrilled Richard has a Dad to consult. Richard finally seemed to be excited about this whole thing... he had gotten the approval he needed.
So... that's it for sharing the news. We won't be telling anyone else until Christmas (I know, I know... yea, right?!)
Otherwise I'm feeling no different then last week... my boobs are sore and my lower back aches.
Stay tuned... Morning sickness should kick in this week. Ew.
Love!
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Today my world is complete.
**This is from November 29th **
I need to write.
I am bursting at the seams with excitement. My heart swelled three sizes when I looked at the test and everything everyone said I would feel... I felt. Overwhelmed, excited... happier then ever before.
I laughed and cried and made the ugly face... I wandered around the house, naked (I was about to shower) trying to figure out what to do. My cheeks started to ache.
I have never felt like that before. I want to feel like that forever.
I smile when I think about it, then I laugh, then I cry.
I have never felt more like myself.
I can't wait to tell Richard. I can't wait to hug him and call him 'Daddy'. I ran out to Shoppers (after shower and dressing) and picked up a card and a soother. I laid them on his pillow for when he gets home. He'll have a minute to process it before I wake up... and then I will cry, and laugh all over again.
I am crying right now... crying and smiling.
How am I going to keep this a secret for 2 more months???
I only wish I would have waited to feel all of this at the same time as Richard, but his moment will come and I will be ready.
Its funny... this is the first month since trying that I haven't felt pregnant. I have felt bloated and nauseous with waves of boob ache, but never as intense as the last four months.
I prayed every night to Nana and to God that I would have a baby. I spoke to Santa and made promises I am going to keep. I smiled every time I caught myself slipping and I avoided googling everything. I didn't even look at my P.Tracker until today... a day late.
I'm pregnant.
I want to yell it, but I want to share it with Richard first. It's killing me to keep this to myself, but only a few more hours. Then he will be home...
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Oh and our due date... August 8th. Uncle Paul's birthday and the day Richard and I met. Its kismet.
I am SO in love.
We have a doctors appointment tomorrow to confirm... well that is NOT why we have the appointment, but the timing is perfect.
252 days until I meet you. I love you more then anyone has ever loved anyone.
Laugh with me. Grow with me. Learn with me and teach me.
LOVE!!
I need to write.
I am bursting at the seams with excitement. My heart swelled three sizes when I looked at the test and everything everyone said I would feel... I felt. Overwhelmed, excited... happier then ever before.
I laughed and cried and made the ugly face... I wandered around the house, naked (I was about to shower) trying to figure out what to do. My cheeks started to ache.
I have never felt like that before. I want to feel like that forever.
I smile when I think about it, then I laugh, then I cry.
I have never felt more like myself.
I can't wait to tell Richard. I can't wait to hug him and call him 'Daddy'. I ran out to Shoppers (after shower and dressing) and picked up a card and a soother. I laid them on his pillow for when he gets home. He'll have a minute to process it before I wake up... and then I will cry, and laugh all over again.
I am crying right now... crying and smiling.
How am I going to keep this a secret for 2 more months???
I only wish I would have waited to feel all of this at the same time as Richard, but his moment will come and I will be ready.
Its funny... this is the first month since trying that I haven't felt pregnant. I have felt bloated and nauseous with waves of boob ache, but never as intense as the last four months.
I prayed every night to Nana and to God that I would have a baby. I spoke to Santa and made promises I am going to keep. I smiled every time I caught myself slipping and I avoided googling everything. I didn't even look at my P.Tracker until today... a day late.
I'm pregnant.
I want to yell it, but I want to share it with Richard first. It's killing me to keep this to myself, but only a few more hours. Then he will be home...
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Oh and our due date... August 8th. Uncle Paul's birthday and the day Richard and I met. Its kismet.
I am SO in love.
We have a doctors appointment tomorrow to confirm... well that is NOT why we have the appointment, but the timing is perfect.
252 days until I meet you. I love you more then anyone has ever loved anyone.
Laugh with me. Grow with me. Learn with me and teach me.
LOVE!!
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