To Oy! and Back Again

After absolutely abandoning my journal for two months, I greet you again with the confidence that my SON CALEB is doing splendidly! I'm hopefully coming to the end of the nausea, and this pregnancy is becoming more real to me, now that I don't have the uncertainty of the he/she issue! (As you'll see from my very first journal entry, I knew it would be a boy all along!)

The hilarious thing is that Jonathan had been lobbying so hard for a baby girl, that I ended up being the one that was the teensiest bit disappointed when they showed us his little boy part. Jonathan had woken me up on the Monday night before we had the ultrasound, and told me that he was "okay" with a boy. Which, if you know how tremendously he wanted a little girl, you'd know what a step forward that was!

It was such a blast to have him at the appointment with me - he was holding my hand and making corny jokes while we waited for the baby to turn over to show his stuff. Caleb was facing my back most of the time, and the lady was doing all the measurements of his head and spine and stuff. I didn't get it recorded though - they don't have the capability to do that. (Oh well - one less thing to worry about taping over, yes?)

When Caleb finally turned over to show off, I have to admit, I cried my eyes out. A LOT! I gather this is pretty normal, but I felt so ridiculous. The woman doing the ultrasound was fantastic about it, though. She said this was just as emotional as finding out that we were pregnant. (Maybe not quite so, but I appreciated her for trying to make me feel better!) Then, it was almost comical - every time she tried to move the scopy thing up to show us his face, he'd wriggle right up so that his little penie was in the shot. Then she'd move down and try to show us his legs and feet, and he'd move down that way to show off. If it had been a sitcom it couldn't have been more perfect!

Anyway, I'm fine and healthy, and Jonathan is as well - although I still think he gets off awfully easy on this whole pregnancy process! He just has to hang around and hug me when I'm weepy, put up with me when I'm cranky, and be ready to switch between those two at any given moment.

You're right - it doesn't sound so easy.

My mom and dad bought Caleb a gorgeous highchair to celebrate his... well, being a boy! It's exquisite dark stained oak, and will be great for generations! And my sister Megan was released from her restraints, and went and bought a bunch of little boy clothes from Old Navy. Hooray!

Mom has also undertaken the effort to make me a maternity wardrobe! I tell you what - for the price of a maternity formal, Mom and I picked out fabric, patterns, thread, elastic and various hullabaloo to basically do my entire wardrobe! She's finished two tops, a pair of pants, a pair of shorts and a dress already! This from the woman who hasn't sewn seriously in almost twenty years! What a blessing she is! And it really makes me want to learn to sew. And knit - but I still haven't figured that garbage out, either!

I'm pooching out quite a bit - but I think I'm still doing okay with the weight gain. I'm up only a few pounds so far, which is really great. Obviously, I can't afford to gain the kind of weight that my skinny-minny pals can! Also, as mentioned before, I feel like the nausea has got to stop soon. I'm still urping about one night a week, usually on a day that I've worked too much, so that should be more manageable. And I'm not NEARLY so tired anymore! Don't get me wrong, I still love to go to bed by eight, but I'm getting up before five most mornings. So I feel like I'm really getting through the bad stuff and getting ready for the JOY OF PREGNANCY I've been waiting for!

Oy.