100 days and counting

On our night stand, we have a little clock that tells is counting down to our due date. This morning when I woke up, it read 100. We have 100 (maybe more, maybe less) to prepare for our little girl’s arrival.

Ready or not, here she comes.

Getting ready for baby

I have thought about so many different scenarios and made so many different plans that they’re essentially all useless. This point was hammered home yesterday when Kelci asked me, “What happens if I go into labor at work?”

Yeah, good question. My hope is that she’ll be at home, with her feet up and puppy in hand, getting herself ready for motherhood. But we can’t fully plan that, can we?

We’ve begun the nesting process, building furniture and prepping to have an infant in our home. Our child in her new home. We’ve built a new roof to keep her dry. We’re building a new lawn for her and her future friends and cousins to play in. We’re talking about buying a new car to keep her safe on our new adventures.

Soon, we begin a 7-week course on getting ready for baby. But at this point, I’m as ready as we can be.

Parenting ain’t easy

I talked to my mom yesterday (she actually called me to talk to Kelci she said…) and shared stories about some seemingly random memories. But that collection of memories that makes up my youth and now my adulthood, has shown me how much I have to learn. Luckily I’ve had several good teachers over my life to show me how to do things.

This is a challenge I’m ready for. And maybe my insistence of such here on this blog is my way of reassuring myself. I guess I’ll find out in 100 days.

Ready or not, here she comes.

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.

I love you bear!

I woke up one Sunday morning about 2 weeks ago and I just knew. I’ve heard about women who knew they were pregnant before peeing on a stick, but  I never believed it until now. As soon as we got up that morning, I sent Eric to the store for the pee stick. Unfortunately, Safeway keeps them behind the pharmacy counter, next to the Sudafed, and the pharmacy was still closed. I was half-expecting them to request a copy of his driver’s license :)

We went Christmas shopping that day and planned to pick up a pee-stick along the way somewhere. We ended up at Costco, so I thought I’d pick up a 24-case of home pregnancy tests. Luckily, they actually had 4-packs. Thankfully, I only needed one!! When we got home, I had to pee so bad I was doing a pee-pee dance like a four-year-old, waiting for Eric to open the package.

As you can probably guess, we got two lines on the pee stick. So, in disbelief, i drank a bunch of water so i could pee again. The second one was positive too! I almost used the other two pee sticks, just to make sure. After all, we had bought a Costco size package :)

It’s hard to believe we are already six weeks along. Our Baby Berto is about the size of a peanut now, and probably even has  little buds for arms and legs (and a penis, hopefully).