I would be lying to you if I told you that my first daughter was a planned thing. Like everything else in life, it had a funny way of working itself out.
Now that I am re-married [btw if you would like to see how that went you can go to post 1, 2, 3, and 4 about the wedding] my wife and I decided that we should have a child. I say child because I'm cool with a child, but the Wife wants children. I am cool with maybe one more, if its twins then I am for sure done, but she would like more. It's a compromise in progress I guess.
Once we found out that we were expecting, on New Year's Eve, I was relieved. Not shocked. I did not see my world closing around me. I saw the world of possibilities open up. Everyone realizes when they made a right choice. Maybe not at that particular moment, but eventually we all realize our correct choices. Well I knew when my wife was walking down the isle I made the right choice and I knew that when my wife came downstairs and looked at me and said she was pregnant, my heart skipped a beat. I was so happy.
Later that night when we told her parents, my mom, my daughter, my best friend Pat, and her best friend Char at dinner. The confirmation that I had made the right choice was when I saw my mom jump out of her seat and scream really really loud. It was great because this was not the reaction I got from mom the first time around. When Audrey came over to me she was quiet. Jenn and I wanted to tell her separately, but timing was not on our side. We were worried she might be sad that she didn't know before anyone else. When she whispered in my ear her blessing, my choice was again confirmed.
It is amazing watching the pregnancy process. I am totally and utterly enthralled with this process. I have been blogging a lot more, but also reading the web on pregnancy and things like that. I used to be up on all the current trends and things like that, but it has been almost 7 years since I had to recall this kind of information, so I am giving myself a refresher course.
I love watching my wife transform into a pregnant woman, my pregnant woman. To say the least she hasn't been feeling all that great. The first tri-mester is always the hardest according to every pregnant woman I have ever known. She has been living on the soda-cracker, water diet. She must feel like she is at a Nazi death camp right now. Her energy levels have been low, but then again, that is to be expected. I think the nausea is starting to subside and the Wife will be back to her old self in no time, except that she is going to be playing the role of incubator to our fetus.
Life has certainly changed for me. I have to start to get myself in the mindset that this new child is not potty trained. I am still trying to psych myself up for that. As soon as the new child understands yes, no, wet, and cold, potty training here we come. I potty trained my daughter in one day, I will duplicate my success.
So, now that we are entering the 8 1/2 almost 9th week, the Wife is doing well. She ate a real dinner last night, however small it was, it was food and not crackers. Next appointment for the baby is on the 9th. Can't wait.
Yarn and... teeth.
1 year ago