Belly - 15 Weeks

The nausea is finally gone (knock on wood) and my appetite is coming back!  My energy levels are almost back to normal!  I feel closer to normal again… the only difference being my regular pants don’t fit anymore.  I’d bought one of the tube tops for your tummy to hold my normal pants up when I couldn’t button them anymore, but when I hit the point that I couldn’t even zip them, I broke down & started wearing the maternity pants I’d been given.

Just so you know, elastic waistbands ARE. COMPLETELY. WONDERFUL.  Completely.  I don’t know how I lived before wearing them and there’s a real possibility I may not stop wearing them after the baby is born.  They’re just so much more comfortable than the regular pants were!

We have our appointment to get the 3D ultrasound done next Tuesday.  I’ll know then whether to use male or female pronouns.  Finally!

Happy 15 weeks, future son or daughter

Hello Kiddo!

I know this blog is supposed to be a place for your mom to share what’s going on in our little family in the middle of nowhere, but I figured she wouldn’t mind if I stepped in every once in awhile and took some time to let you know how much you’re totally freaking out your Dad.

Some days I find myself extremely excited and trying to rush through these next few months as fast as I can to meet you.  Other days I find myself wanting to slow things down as much as possible in a vain attempt to hold on not necessarily to my youth, but to the norm of life your mother and I have become so accustomed to over the last three years we’ve been married.

We both knew from the beginning that you’d come along one day and were well aware that when that day came things would never be the same.  What I don’t think either of us realized, was just how much you could change us even before you were anywhere near being born.

WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH

It might not sound like much using onomatopoeia, but to your mom and me that tiny little heartbeat of yours was the most beautiful music we’d ever heard.  You were only 6 weeks old then, but your little heart was beating faster and stronger than we could have possibly imagined.  That tiny little sound blew my mind so much, that it wasn’t until the third time we heard it that I actually had enough wits about me to record it on my phone.  I don’t think either of us would admit to you how many times we’ve listened to that recording (or played it for others…sorry guys!)  The point I was trying to make in all of this is to let you know that even if you completely freak me out on a regular basis, I really can’t wait to meet you.

I’ll try not to concentrate on all of the horrible habits I can pass onto you, or the fact that I’m insanely scared that I’ll somehow break you as soon as you get here (even though your mom assures me that you’ll be made of rubber and will bounce just fine), if you promise to concentrate on growing up to be a nice healthy baby boy or girl.

{Editors Note:  I’m sure your mother would also like me to tell you that she’d love it if you could grow to right about 7 pounds and then hold off for awhile.  You won’t understand that now, but one day you will.  At that time it’s completely ok for you to respond with any of the following:  EWW!  GROSS!! or MOOOOM!!!}

Anyway, as much as it kills me to close this first letter to you, rest assured that they’ll be many more to follow.  Just know that above all else I love you and can’t wait until the day I can tell you that in person.

Love,
Dad