The Mother of all Posts- Part I

I fully expect this to be the "Mother of All Posts" so I'm already preparing to break it in half. I'm tired and if you begrudge me spliiting it in half I will haunt you in your dreams. That's no lie.

A few of the things that happened while I went on walkabout from this blog:

Moving

We moved. Moving sucks. Moving especially sucks when one of you is on lifting restrictions so as not to endanger the child you are carrying. It wouldn't have been so bad but it was also right around the time hormones were really beginning to rear their beautifully glowing pregnant head and so the idea of moving out of the first place we shared together was made even more emotional by this little chemical tidbit. I must say though that all in all things went smoothly and quite frankly we really needed to move. As an added bonus we sold our old leather couch to a girl we had just seen on TLC's "What Not To Wear" a half an hour before she showed up at our front door cash in hand. (In case you were wondering, she showed up looking like the "Before" picture; sad but true.) It shortened our commute to 10 minutes; we moved into a part of the city we can picture ourselves in with our new baby for many years to come, and we moved into a place with two bedrooms. Let me repeat: TWO BEDROOMS. You don't realize just how badly you need the extra space until you have to find a place to put a five-foot Boppy. More on this later.

The First Ultrasound:

This was amazing. We went to Einstein (Hospital) and got to hear the heart beat and see the LAB (Little Ankle Biter for the un-initiated) in person for the first time. There was one other Ultrasound that had images in December during week 9 but that didn't count- the Blair Witch Project had clearer images than that first one so it simply doesn't count. Anyway, The LAB did barrel rolls and curled up and stretched out. I know it doesn't sound like much but I could have watched that screen for hours (even if a Murder She Wrote Marathon was on- trust me- here that's a pretty big deal). I was convinced at first that we were having a boy and that he was hung like his old man. The technician had to ask me to stop pointing at the umbilical cord with a goofy grin on my face. (Damn!) We got pictures. Lots.I will have them up here soon. Maybe the best thing about the day? We learned the LAB can already talk. This will be explained with the pictures.

General Observations:

I've always seen these television and movie images of pregnancies and the mother-to-be is always either glowing and joyous or hormonal and miserable; and when hormonal it's usually part of some sort of comedic bit which blows the situation up to exaggerated levels (See my post about the movie "Knocked Up"). The truth of the matter is that we're (read: she's) somewhere in-between. The joy of the situation is tempered by the general feeling of exhaustion and feeling of being overwhelmed. It's great... it's just so crazy. We wouldn't trade a bit of it- it's just real now. She's showing and we can hear a heart beat... we're now a family of three (four if you count Einstein: the cat).

I'm tired... part II later... and I promise... more on the Boppy- and how it's changed my life.