Careful, or you'll get an eye full of face.

As my wife and I were getting ready for bed I poked her with the elbow, and she said something along the lines of, "Careful, you gave me an eye full of face." I have no idea if this is because she is pregnant, or just crazy, but she has had several other sayings just like this. Another fave of mine was, "I don't go out of the bra without a house on." Or when she pokes me over and over again in my armpit calling it an elbow.

I am not free of this either. A few winters ago I could not stop saying, "I'll be out mowing the driveway." or "I'm going to go shovel the lawn". I just think its important to write these down to uses against her later on. Ahhh, love. =)

Week 10

You're 10 Weeks Pregnant. Your baby is now officially considered a "fetus." It looks a little like a medium sized shrimp, measuring 1.25 to 1.68 inches from crown to rump, and weighing a little less than two-tenths of an ounce. The most critical part of your baby's development is behind you. But other developmental processes, such as those affecting behavior and intelligence, will continue throughout pregnancy. You still probably don't look pregnant, but you may not be fitting into your regular clothes. The fatigue, moodiness, and morning sickness associated with the first trimester of pregnancy is likely still present, but these symptoms shouldn't last too much longer.

Now I have a shrimp cocktail. More fun with moodiness, and my wife ACTUALLY reading the blog. Even tho it might mean my death, she has asked me to keep at it. I'm not sure I am looking forward to Xmas this year. The baby is due around that time, and that will be great. Its just the thought of the teams of family falling apon us is what I fear. As I have said before, my mom and my wife do not getting along so well. And I am thinking that my mom might be doing it for a reason now. I talked with her over this weekend about her and everyone coming down for Xmas and the new baby. I said my brother would stay with us, and she could stay with the grandmother. My wife's mom liked the idea of the two of them hanging out more. I liked the idea because it ment my wife could run back home and hide, or at least at night my mom would be far away.

Oh it is just going to be SO much fun this year.

Mood swings. Or the Pendulum of Doom!

People warned me of possible mood swings. The books talk about them. But no one is ever ready for them. It is week 9, and I REALLY wish it was month 9 now. I love my wife, but damn. I have seen her upset before, she has a good temper, but this is just crazy. Yesterday we where making cup cakes, one of things she loves to do. And I held out an ice cream scooper for her to uses to get the batter out. And she went crazy. It seems that I was "up in her space". And hovering is also a no no. Its times like this I wish I had a bunker. All stocked with food and water for the coming 9 months. It also amazes me how if I would do any of the stuff she has been doing I would be considered an insensitive jerk, but because she is pregnant its all OK. And I know I am going to get it just for writing this, but I have to warn the others.

Remember you are always wrong. Talk softly, but not too softly or she will think you are talking under your breath and saying bad things. Speak clearly, never ask questions, get it right the first time without knowing the answer or being told to do it. Have a built in GPS, and learn how to read minds. Always have a "nice" answer, and remember she is glowing, and looks wonderful. Everything that is going wrong with her is "natural" and "normal". And there is never EVER a reason to say she is "fat" or "looks bloated" even is she says it first. You always see her as the beautiful, and wonderful woman you married. Because your opinion doesn't count, and only her best friend knows the real answer.

Love you honey. No, your feet do not look like they are swelling. You have the perfect mother-to-be body. Oh yes I will rub your back and feet. Yes Dear. As You Wish.

Week 9. More Fruit and Mood Swings!

You're Nine Weeks Pregnant. Your embryomeasures about 0.9 inches to 1.2 inches from crown to rump, or the size of a strawberry. The arms and legs are getting longer, and the fingers might be a little swollen where the touch pads are forming. The head is more erect and the neck is more developed. Your baby now moves its body and limbs, and this movement can be visible during an ultrasound, but you won't be able to feel it yet. Your uterus is continuing to grow, and your waistline is thickening. But unless you tell people the good news, your pregnancy still won't be noticeable to others. Weight gain is small, if at all, since you could be experiencing food aversions (or cravings), heartburn, indigestion, nausea and bloating. Mood swings and weepiness similar to PMS symptoms are also common.

Well, my mother is on her way back home, and my wife couldn't be happier. Take a nine week pregnant woman, and lock her in a house with a woman who knows everything, and isn't afraid to tell you what you are doing wrong, and how in her day, they did it much better.

So I spent my weekend keeping them apart. Oh I love my mother, but she is my mother and I have learned to ignore the tings she says and does that would drive most people mad. Now take a wife who is overly hormonal and stick her in a house with this woman for 3 days. Yeah, I caught a lot of it. So I spent the weekend digging in the dirt with my mother. First day was perfect, they where both sweet and kind to each other. But as each day went on it got darker and darker. I got a sun burn on the back of my neck, and this didn't help at all.

So it seems the plan for Xmas (that being when the baby is due), would be to have my brother stay here, and my mom stay at he mom's place. I think if you can separate them for a few hours things will be better. Or if my wife knows there is a place she can go hide for a while that would be good too. And I just realized something, she gets upset with me when I go hide in my workroom when I am upset about something, but she wants to hide from my mom. Hmmm. Oh well. First rule, wife is always right, even when she is wrong. And its your fault. ALWAYS your fault.

No, there is no bunny problem.

Baby Bunnies
Originally uploaded by thebluecanary

Well, my mother is in town this weekend so we spent the day buying plants, 7 bags of cow poop, and turning dirt to make our garden. Just as my mother asked if we had a rabbit problem, and I say no, a babby bunny goes shooting out from under my feet and into the yard next door. Poking around I find the bunny nest. Seems mommy planted her brood in the middle of my future garden. We waiting as long as we could, in the hope more would make a break for it. So we picked them up, a few at a time, and moved them to a covered bush near the creek. A few more did make a run for it, but they didn't go far and were easy to catch. I moved the bunny fuzz as well, and gave it to them in their new home. I normally would have just left them there, but I did not have the chose this time. Upside for them, if they make it, they will have a lovely selection of greens to pick from.

Morning Sickness and My Mother

OK, so she has finally started having morning sickness. It is not a fun thing at all. You know there is nothing you can really do about it, but its still a horrible feeling to have to hear her getting sick.

Well, my mother is coming to visit. This should be a fun weekend. My mom and my wife do not see eye to eye most of the time. But so far, the longer we have been married the nicer my mother has been to her. And now that, "my eggo is preggo", she is all kinds of crazy excited. Its very strange to see my mom this happy about anything. It was just never her way. Different time, different generation or whatever. I am the youngest of three, but the first to give her grand kids. Oh yeah, its going to be crazy.

Another oddity is how do you tell the people you work with without seeming like you are bragging? Seems like just about everyone I work with already has kids, is working on another one, or whatever. So I went the simple way, and told my boss. She knew I had taken a day off work to take my wife to the doctor, and wanted to know if everything was OK. Well, seems either people overheard, or she told more people because after getting to my cube I was inundated with "good job" or what not. I know I want to brag to everyone, but what is the right way to do it? Oh well. Cat is out of the bag. You can't put the honey back in the comb once its out.

Baby's First Photo

Baby's First Photo
Originally uploaded by thebluecanary

This is the first photo of our baby. I've been calling the baby a grape, they called it a bean. Still, hearing the heartbeat for the first time was amazing.

in the chair.

ok. stuck at the doctors office. she is in the chair, I am trying to post from my phone. colder then heck in here.

so far so good. this is the oddest thing any man has ever had to see. I see my bean and his little flicker. (heart beat). and we got one. so that fear is past. wow. heartbeats. wow.

I got me a grape!

You're Eight Weeks Pregnant. Your embryo is about the size of a grape -- 0.56 to 0.8 inches from crown to rump. Eyelid folds and ears are forming and even the tip of the nose is visible. The arms have grown longer and bend at the elbows. Places where fingers and toes eventually will grow are becoming notched. Your uterus, once the size of your fist, is now about the size of a grapefruit. You may feel some cramping or pain in your lower abdomen or sides as your uterus tightens or contracts throughout pregnancy. These are normal but consult your doctor if cramps are accompanied by vaginal bleeding.

Well according to WebMD I seem to have a grape atm. So far everything my wife has used to describe our future baby has been in the fruit and nut range. I think once I might have gotten a tadpole. No one said I was actually be making a fruit salad.

I am not sure if I am the only one who never likes to think about the "bad things". But my wife is all about watching those baby shows and learning about every little thing that could go wrong. Granted this is also the woman that has no idea how to handle the lack of hot water for a day or two, or when they would not let us bring in an unopened bag of peanuts into the hockey game. I love her, but she does not do change well. Or at least quick changes.

OK We told them.

It is mother's day, and this was the day we picked to tell our family. We bought her mom a card for the grandmother. My wife added a note, and lets say her mom didn't even make it though the card before she started crying. I on the other hand couldn't stop laughing. We had wanted my mom there as well, but she was visiting my brother. I called, and let her know. I think my brother was more thrilled with the idea of being an uncle then my mom was about being called "Grandmother" oh well.

This is week 8. And we get our first real visit with the doctor this week. Each day is more real then the last. I keep finding myself thinking about the dumbest things. Like how I hope my kid isn't a bully. Odd.

Getting things Started

I thought it might be helpful for me and my wife to create a blog to track how we are feeling, and what is going on with us as the new baby is on the way.