To the Doctor's office we go -April 12, 2011

It was amazing seeing and hearing the heartbeat of our little lima bean.  I still can't believe how developed he is already at just over an inch long.  I say he because I have a feeling he's going to be a boy. My mom says that if I progressively get ugly during my pregnancy than it'll be a boy.  My face has little bumps all over it and looks like it's getting blotchier by the day-does not constitute as getting more unattractive?  I'm eagerly awaiting my Clarisonic to arrive from QVC. DANG I must be getting old because I'm buying stuff from QVC! 

We still blurt out "I can't believe we're having a baby!"  Wondering when that will stop?? After the sonogram I called everyone up and told them the exciting news.

So far pregnancy has been easy breezy.  I regularly feel a little nauseous in the afternoon right about 3 o'clock then it goes away after I eat dinner. Meals have been way better since hitting the 9 week mark. I haven't been turned off by much at all. If anything that's a new problem.

Here he is at 9 weeks old :)

Holy Moses Smell the Roses

I can't really think of a more apt description to my reaction than that. I mean, are you kidding me? I thought we were going to the doctor just so that we could hear the heartbeat. Little did either of us know at the time that we'd see the little monster in all of his/her(?) peanut-sized glory. The feeling is truly indescribable. That little creep is going to come barreling out, sorry sugar, of its slumber to greet us in 7 months. There just isn't a word that justifiably describes my emotions nor reactions to seeing our baby for the first time. That was just the first in line of many firsts that we're going to encounter over pretty much the rest of our lives. It's going to be an unbelievable ride. And to my great fortune, I'll have the greatest co-pilot imaginable, not to mention a most trustworthy sidekick who will likely be a slobbering mess by the time all is said and done (and if it wasn't clear, sugar, you are the former, and monster, you are the latter).

Can I Get a Witness

Whoa! That's easier said than done isn't it? Who would have known that I have the virility of a Viking? At least that's the thought circling through my cobweb-tinged melon right now. My enchanting bride is probably cursing the feat with the grueling morning sickness that she is presently enduring, however. That being said, I'm going to be a dad. That's pretty crazy, huh? It's weird in a sense. Not the being a dad part, but the part about the eerie calmness that has enveloped my soul. I had envisioned curling up in a fetal position, my thumb stuck in my mouth, as I rock back and forth slowly, muttering monosyllabically over nothing in particular. Then again, aren't monosyllabic rantings generally of the lack-of-substance variety? But lo and behold,  here I am. Calm. Composed. That little monster is going to be the best of my fetching bride and me, and probably Lou, too. It's all pretty exciting.