Goodbye first trimester, hello work

We did it. We made it to week 15. The hard part’s over right?

Right?

Now, I know that’s not right, but a man can dream right? We’re almost to week 16 and I am still coming down from the high of seeing Peanut squirming around and waving on the ultrasound. and it looks like the worst of the “morning sickness” is behind us. That little trip to the ER appears to have been the last gasps of SuperHormones™ raging through. But it still lets us know who’s boss

The real work begins

As rough as these last few weeks have been with Kelci being sick and just some general frustration, it’s time to look toward the fun stuff. Deciding on a theme for the nursery (I vote a combination of hunting and Seahawks, but we’ll see), looking through the book of 100,000 Baby Names (did you know Bacon is a baby name?) and reading a ton of information.

One of the things we’ve been working on is a budget. How in the hell do people do this? Kelci and I are not poor by any means, but looking at our budget leaves not much wiggle room. Any advice on how much to expect to budget is greatly appreciated! What words of wisdom do you have about budgeting for baby? I’ll work on another post getting into some of those costs later.

The planning stages

You say August like it’s a long ways away. I say 24 weeks like it’s going to be here tomorrow. We’re both right. We still have time to plan, but I’m excited and I want it here now. I want to decorate the nursery and hold it and watch it puke and all the crazy little baby stuff we’re going to experience.

But there’s a lot of work ahead. How do we get ready? What should our priorities be? How did you plan?

The good and the bad

Disclaimer: This is a personal post. Everything’s totally fine with Kelci :)

I live my life (for better or for worse) out in the public. I’m on Twitter. I have multiple blogs and I’m around an amazing amount of people. So, it was with much trepidation and caution that I brought up to Kelci about how much we should publicize.

I had been reading that it’s “traditional” to not announce a pregnancy until after the first trimester. There’s lower risk of miscarriage and the parents seem to have their act a bit more together. So we talked about what it means to have a blog. And a Twitter. And other stuff for the baby. We talked about what it means to have something this personal out in the open.

We talked about the what ifs…

A side note

You see, I’ve been through the what ifs. I’ve been through the hard parts. When I was young, my mom was to have her third child. A sibling. In those days, it wasn’t common to find out the gender. None of us were prepared for it. None of us were expecting it. I wasn’t expecting to come home from elementary school to find my grandma waiting for me and tell me.

“The baby’s gone.”

At the time, I knew it was sad. I knew it was difficult. I knew that it meant sorrow. But I am just now realizing that I didn’t know. Now that Kelci’s pregnant, I truly know.

The good and the bad

So, with the good comes the bad. We’re going to be sharing what we like. We’re going to be sharing more about puking, more about crying (yeah, I cried when I found out, so what?) and more good. But… I’m not going to say it.

Somebody asked me the other day about what to call their child’s twitter account. I’m hoping they read this before they do it…

But when you put your business online, you need to be ready to put the good and the bad out there. And that’s what Kelci and I discussed. And we’ve decided that we know what we’re getting into. So, with this comes the good and the bad. Thanks for coming along.

PMS on steroids

I had my first inexplicable crying episode last night. My pug, Chubbs, wouldn’t let me pet him. All he wanted to do was play and all I wanted to do was cuddle with him. Therefore, I proceeded to bawl about how my puppy doesn’t love me anymore. He came up to me and started licking my face, which made me cry harder. I feel like i have PMS on steriods.