Well, hubby's parents came home from their 5 week trip on the exact day Kiwi (we're nicknaming the baby depending on his/her size at the time) turned 12 weeks old. Perfectly enough, we could make the announcement!
So, dinner at a Greek restaurant that night began with hubby's parents telling us about their trip and waiting for Eugene (hubby's brother) to arrive. Once everyone was at the table, each guy received an envelope containing baby's first picture - a snap shot of our first ultrasound. Everyone opened the envelope at the same time and then proceeded in trying to figure out what it was they were looking at. Then it dawned on everyone... "Is this a... BABY?!" Moms were hugging each other, Dads were amazed and Papa (hubby's grandfather) just sat there, with a huge smile on his face. Then, you look at the other end of the table where our siblings were and you just hear them laughing and thinking up ways of how to screw up their new nephew/niece. Oh, the horror!
A few minutes later, everyone had calmed down and began eating their dinners. I looked across the table at Dad just as he was tucking his copy of the picture away in the inside pocket of his jacket. We looked at each other and I told him, "Dad, you're going to be a Lolo." (Lolo = grandfather) He just sat there and grinned.
Stories aside, dinner was great. I was able to eat most of my chicken souvlaki - chicken and all! I just had to avoid the feta cheese that was put on top of my salad since I forgot to ask for no cheese.
Hubby needed a ride to Downtown afterwards so I bribed Eugene and Eileen (hubby's sister) with ice cream and they came with me. Mmm! Blueberry ice cream with blueberries in a waffle bowl that was dipped in white chocolate and Oreo cookie bits. Hmm... I can do with another one of those about now.
The best part of the night: I was dropping Eugene and Eileen off at home before going home myself. We said our goodbyes and before they closed their doors, each one says, "Bye Baby!". It was so totally unexpected... and so shocking. Loved it :)
Sunday, December 9, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
10.5 weeks and counting...
So, this blog - as it's my very first one - is probably going to be one of the longer ones. Here goes...
Well, it's Tuesday morning (Nov 27th) and breakfast consisted of:
3 fruit popsicles
1 frozen yogurt popsicle
Mmmm!
Eating has been a challenge these past few weeks. "Safe" foods have been bananas, Asian pears, berries, raw veggies, pasta (with no meat please), pancakes and plain bread. Meat has been an ongoing enemy of mine and morning sickness has decided not to show up until the evenings. Don't get to see my meals more than once, except for one bowl of chili that I definitely won't be missing.
Sleeping has been... great fun. One night a couple weeks ago I woke up 6 times to go to the bathroom. Seriously, I didn't even drink that much that day! Grrr. In the past couple of weeks, that number has been reduced to 2-4 trips a night. Napping in the daytime would be a very welcome event (luckily, hubby has built his business up in the past few years that I can stay home with him) but I'm not that lucky very often. I usually just lie on the couch and end up listening to the sounds made around our basement suite.
As if pregnancy wasn't tiring enough as is, we're doing renovations on a new house we just purchased. Hubby wants nothing to do with the planning which gives me full reign on the decisions. Now, if I wasn't so exhausted all the time I'd enjoy the power. Since I can't handle the planning on my own I've recruited my brother, Patrick, to do the dirty work. Seems like he's enjoying the work so that's good. He has some pretty weird ideas sometimes but since I'm paying when we go to Home Depot, he can't get away with much.
Speaking of Patrick... Hormones (mine, not his). One day, when Patrick didn't know I was pregnant yet (we were trying to wait to tell family about the pregnancy until the standard 12 weeks had passed) we went to Home Depot to choose a bunch of stuff for the house. What happens? We're there for over 4 hours. What's this mean to preggy-me? This means I'm over-the-top hungry, ready to fall asleep in the fluffy pink insulation aisle, and cranky like you wouldn't believe. Finally, on the way home I snap at Patrick (something to do with the GPS in the car). I drop him off at home and then go home myself, only to notice he's forgotten his cell in my car. I get home, see Hubby and break down in a huge bought of tears because I snapped at Patrick. Hubby looks so shocked he's kind of frozen for a second before he comes over to try and console me, telling me that I need to tell Patrick about the pregnancy because it's stressing me out too much. A few minutes later, Patrick's there to pick up his cell and again, I break down in tears. He panics a bit and ends up laughing when I'm finally able to mumble, "I'm-sniff-sniff-preg-sniff-nant-sniff-sniff." Then he proceeds in ordering me to give him a nephew. Geek.
Last week, hubby and I went to see our baby for the very first time - via ultrasound! Baby's heart was beating at a whopping 158 bpm (beats per minute). I was curious so I went online to find out what that meant and a website said that if the heart beats at more than 147 bpm it's a boy... that'd be cool. But a girl would be cool too. Either way, as long as it's healthy, normal and happy. Yup.
Okie, that's a honking long blog. Actually, it's not that bad. Anyway, off I go to get another popsicle and try for a nap (it's almost noon, afterall!).
Well, it's Tuesday morning (Nov 27th) and breakfast consisted of:
3 fruit popsicles
1 frozen yogurt popsicle
Mmmm!
Eating has been a challenge these past few weeks. "Safe" foods have been bananas, Asian pears, berries, raw veggies, pasta (with no meat please), pancakes and plain bread. Meat has been an ongoing enemy of mine and morning sickness has decided not to show up until the evenings. Don't get to see my meals more than once, except for one bowl of chili that I definitely won't be missing.
Sleeping has been... great fun. One night a couple weeks ago I woke up 6 times to go to the bathroom. Seriously, I didn't even drink that much that day! Grrr. In the past couple of weeks, that number has been reduced to 2-4 trips a night. Napping in the daytime would be a very welcome event (luckily, hubby has built his business up in the past few years that I can stay home with him) but I'm not that lucky very often. I usually just lie on the couch and end up listening to the sounds made around our basement suite.
As if pregnancy wasn't tiring enough as is, we're doing renovations on a new house we just purchased. Hubby wants nothing to do with the planning which gives me full reign on the decisions. Now, if I wasn't so exhausted all the time I'd enjoy the power. Since I can't handle the planning on my own I've recruited my brother, Patrick, to do the dirty work. Seems like he's enjoying the work so that's good. He has some pretty weird ideas sometimes but since I'm paying when we go to Home Depot, he can't get away with much.
Speaking of Patrick... Hormones (mine, not his). One day, when Patrick didn't know I was pregnant yet (we were trying to wait to tell family about the pregnancy until the standard 12 weeks had passed) we went to Home Depot to choose a bunch of stuff for the house. What happens? We're there for over 4 hours. What's this mean to preggy-me? This means I'm over-the-top hungry, ready to fall asleep in the fluffy pink insulation aisle, and cranky like you wouldn't believe. Finally, on the way home I snap at Patrick (something to do with the GPS in the car). I drop him off at home and then go home myself, only to notice he's forgotten his cell in my car. I get home, see Hubby and break down in a huge bought of tears because I snapped at Patrick. Hubby looks so shocked he's kind of frozen for a second before he comes over to try and console me, telling me that I need to tell Patrick about the pregnancy because it's stressing me out too much. A few minutes later, Patrick's there to pick up his cell and again, I break down in tears. He panics a bit and ends up laughing when I'm finally able to mumble, "I'm-sniff-sniff-preg-sniff-nant-sniff-sniff." Then he proceeds in ordering me to give him a nephew. Geek.
Last week, hubby and I went to see our baby for the very first time - via ultrasound! Baby's heart was beating at a whopping 158 bpm (beats per minute). I was curious so I went online to find out what that meant and a website said that if the heart beats at more than 147 bpm it's a boy... that'd be cool. But a girl would be cool too. Either way, as long as it's healthy, normal and happy. Yup.
Okie, that's a honking long blog. Actually, it's not that bad. Anyway, off I go to get another popsicle and try for a nap (it's almost noon, afterall!).
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