**Since I’m starting this blog late(ish) in the preggo game, I’ve cut-and-pasted the “Oh my gosh we’re gonna be parents!” email that went out to friends and fam a few weeks ago below. It’ll catch you up on the first trimester…
(This was emailed out on ~August 10th)
For those of you keeping score at home, Jake and I are now 4 days in to our trip to the 2008 Beijing Olympics! Jake’s here as the “press guy” for the International Baseball Federation, and I bribed NBC to let me go cover the Games by mooching off Jake’s Frequent Flier miles and free hotel room. We brought with us 4 suitcases, 3 cameras, 804 packs of peanut butter crackers… and our 13-week old baby. That’s right folks… I’m pregnant!!!!
We had actually thought about starting to “try” after we got back from Beijing, but when Jake romantically asked if I wanted to go ahead and “pull the goalie” over dinner about… oh, say 13 weeks ago, we decided to go ahead and throw caution to the wind from there on out. Needless to say, we had no idea how hard our defense had been working up to that point. Apparently we have a killer offense, because it only took them one time to score! But enough with the sports analogies… I’m starting to blush.
We’ll send out email updates every now-and-then, but for those of you completely new to our baby sitch allow me to briefly update you on where we are up to this point…
At the ripe old age of 13 weeks, Baby Fling…
• Has gone from the size of a spec of dust… to a sesame seed… to a peanut… a kidney bean… a grape… a prune… a lime… and is now about the size of a medium shrimp. At least that’s what our babycenter emails say. I kind of thought a lime was bigger than a shrimp, but I think we’re talking length here. So in terms of length, we’re looking at about 3 inches of baby. Or in Crawford/Fehling terms… the kid is probably like 2 feet tall already.
• He/she has arms, legs, organs, eyes, nose, ears, mouth… you name it. Even fingerprints! And also at least one incredibly large foot that we saw on our last sonogram. Did I mention my baby daddy wears a size 14?
• This munchkin loves to boogey. Go figure. On every sonogram so far he/she is rocking it out like it’s the final round of “So You Think You Can Dance?” I’m thinking that’ll be awesome when I can actually start to feel the movements. Which brings us to…
Mama Fling…
• Feels fab. Little gaseous (over-share?…), but apparently that’s normal, and if that’s as bad as it gets -even though I know it’s not (sometimes it would be kinder if friends kept their labor stories to themselves), I think I can deal.
• Is eagerly awaiting actually feeling (and looking) pregnant. See above pics to satisfy your curiosity about how fat I’ve gotten so far. Not too dramatic yet… but just weight! Err, wait. I’ve already employed the rubber band around the button when wearing my “skinny jeans”, and I think the use of “belly bands” is just around the corner. I have to be honest though… I can’t wait for all that.
• Favorite part so far (other than the laughter/tearfest when we first saw that “+” sign) is seeing Jake with anyone else’s baby now that I can for real for real picture him with our own. I mean c’mon people… does it get much cuter than Jake’s “baby beatbox” sessions?! And so finally…
Daddy Fling…
• Thinks it’s a boy. Shocker.
• Is still proud of himself for “firing bullets”.
• Is excited/nervous/curious/thrilled about a being a Dad. And is the best preggo-husband/sympathy eater ever.
Smooches to you all! Thanks for caring enough about our baby already to read a whole page about it before it’s even here. This is one lucky kid to have all of you in its life…
