When I saw those two lines on the pregnancy test in November of 2006, I immediately wanted to come to my blog and share. Well I did that, but didn’t publish the posts for superstitious reasons. What you see below is my first true post about parenthood I typed up on December 8th of last year. Some of it’s a bit personal as I was very emotional at the time. To be honest, I’m still emotional about the whole baby thing. For those uninterested in a baby blog post, you can ignore this entry.
12/8/06 — Last night my wife and I babysat our friend’s four month old girl, Rhaya. They’re visiting from out of town and wanted to see a movie. They asked us if we could babysit since we had previously offered to watch her and we couldn’t reneg on our offer.
They went to see Borat and we watched Rhaya. She’s a great kid. My wife is only six weeks pregnant, but in December of 2007, if all goes according to plan, my wife and I should be parents with our own four month old child. That’s just so foreign for me to type. I can’t wrap my head around the fact I will be a parent in about 9-10 months. Things are going to change.
Last night was a great preview for us. My wife had a great time holding their daughter. We shared time with her and swapped out on the baby duties. We’ve been babysitting our friends’ kids for about five years now and I’ve been an uncle since I was 12. Needless to say my wife and I are both very excited about the baby, our own child.
At this point, six weeks in, it’s very tough. We aren’t telling too many people since it’s bad luck. Neither of us are very good at keeping secrets though. This makes the hush hush nature of the whole experience rather difficult. Well now that you know, the whole world will know. As I type this on December 8th, 2006 we are cautiously optimistic. Miscarriages do happen with a high frequency so we just want each day to pass quickly to get the first trimester behind us. We’ve told our families and a few close friends. We’ve tossed around baby names and had longer pillow talk discussions as a result of the changes in our life.
Currently it has been tough for my wife to sleep since her chest is quite sore. This means she can no longer sleep on her stomach like she used to. Pains come and go for her. Nausea was present yesterday and she’s constantly visiting the bathroom, thankfully not for puking purposes. This is such a transformation for the female body. I don’t think I will ever understand the entire process of being pregnant, of course that’s because I’m a man. My pain threshold is low enough, yet I’m doing my best to learn more about pregnancy.
Rhaya was wonderful last night. She hardly cried during the few hours watching her. I could see my wife’s maternal instinct kicking in and it makes me tear up. Tomorrow, 12/9, marks the 15th year anniversary of the date my brother Eliot’s life ended prematurely in a fatal car crash. My own emotions have been all over the place thinking about his life cut short back in 1991 and ours, bringing a new person into the world in August of 2007.
I hope hope hope, this isn’t a post I have to delete or keep hidden for various reasons. I don’t even want to think about that scenario. We still would like to adopt at least one child. We’ll make sure we get the first one taken care of before we even cross the bridge of Second Child Thoughts. If all goes to plan I will be able to publish this post on January 28th. Thus concludes my first "official" post about a Monkey Boy offspring, one of many I’m sure.
TODAY’S RULED OUT BABY NAMES: Birch, Madison, Lars, and Bertha.