Look Who’s Stalking
Hi Friends – Yes, I know it has been too long. I actually forgot the password to my account to update the site. Sorry I haven’t been posting, but we’ve been pretty busy creating life up in here.
That’s right – Kate is now my baby mama to be. Well, at least I’m pretty sure it’s mine – we won’t know for sure until our episode of Maury Povich tapes in the fall. Just kidding. Yep, Kate is preggers, or ‘up the duff’ as my classy friends in the UK would say. Needless to say, we’re ecstatic about this. Due date is November 30, so we’re not sure yet if Gilbert will have a little brother or sister, but we do plan on finding out. The doctor seems convinced that it’s a human baby, which is encouraging.
This has been a long time coming for us. We’ve been married for just about six years, and had about six years of ‘when are you guys going to have kids’ questions lobbed at us by friends, family, etc. For the first four years we weren’t really ready to have a child. On paper, we were ready (jobs, college education, not completely broke, etc) but we weren’t going to rush into anything. We both decided about a year ago that we were ready, and that we wanted to have a baby – not just because everyone else thought we should, but because we wanted to and were both entirely on board with the idea. But then we were ready and had our share of ups and downs.
I mentioned in my health scare post a few months ago that we were dealt a pretty bad hand, but that I wasn’t going to get into it until we had a happy ending. Well, that’s what’s going on here. Several months ago, we were pregnant, and then we weren’t. I’m not going to use the M word, because other than ‘smear’ and ‘wipe’, the M word is perhaps my least favorite word in the English language. But that’s what happened, we were pregnant, and then we weren’t. Other than our parents, we didn’t talk to anyone about this, not because we were embarrassed or ashamed, but because we didn’t want to be pitied or the topic of dinner conversation. Anytime someone mentions the M word, people rattle off 4 or 5 names of friends or family members that they know that have been through the same thing. We didn’t want to hear anyone’s list, and we certainly didn’t want to be ON anyone’s list. So we didn’t talk about it. As I mentioned before, I did a really bad job of dealing with it – working, eating, and drinking too much. Writing about food blogs or just being funny in general wasn’t a priority when we were trying to deal with some pretty heavy stuff. It took several months and a health scare to get my head out of my ass, and to get us talking about trying again.
Editor’s Note – I hate that I just talked about ‘trying’. Whenever someone talks about trying to get pregnant (or the even worse ‘not trying NOT to get pregnant) it is impossible to not think about the people in question having sex. There, I said it. If anyone ever talks about trying to get pregnant, everyone automatically thinks about sex. So sorry to write that.
Anyhow, not sure where I’m going with this. Just wanted to let you all know our great news. We’re three months along and the doctor says everything looks great. I’d like to write about this experience (both the good and bad). Kate and I are learning as we go along here – watching lots of TLC and reading books that I never saw myself reading. I’m not sure where I’m going to post about this stuff, or what form it’s going to take. I’d like to write a book about both the ups and downs, but I’m not really sure how that works. Bloggers with book deals – hook me up with how that works. So far I’ve got:
1. Start a blog
2.
3. Get a book deal
If you could fill me in with #2, that would be great. I’ve already got some chapters/thoughts figured out. Stuff like:
1. Why it’s not okay for the lady doctor to have pictures of babies all over the walls in the office where you give people bad news (especially those damn Anne Geddes pictures)
2. 99 ways that a closet mother-to-be can explain away her not drinking
3. Appropriate and inappropriate things to say when your wife talks about her weight gain
4. How Gilbert knows that Kate is preggers and he’s acting like a spoiled little ass
I’ve got thousands of these, and I’m starting to write them down.
Anyway, that’s what’s going on with us. Life is pretty crazy, but in a good way. Health wise, it’s still a battle for me, but I’m still working on it and hope to lose my baby bump as Kate’s continues to grow. My liver is testing back in the ‘normal’ range, which means I can have a beer every now and again – Kate and I are just taking shifts on the wagon, I guess.
That’s all for now. More later. I’ll try to post again at some point before the third trimester. Thanks to TLC and the books, I know what that means now.
