So here goes. We're getting a new addition to our family. We found out April 28 that we are going to have a baby. It all started when I went to work and threw up in the trash can.
I haven't thrown up since fifth grade, so I knew something was up and that it was only one thing. One trip to Walgreens and the bathroom later, we knew that we were expecting parents. It took us a while to get in to the doctor, but we were finally able to get an appointment in on May 28. During that visit we had an ultrasound and saw it for the first time. It largely resembled the Jelly Belly man; it's head the same size as its body with little arms and legs sticking out of it (really; see for yourself). While the doctor was pushing around on my stomach to make sure that there is only one in there, it kind of swished around like those water games where you push the button to make the water jets that move the rings you try to get onto little tiny pegs in the water. So, long story short, our little munchkin is now called "Swish." Swish lives in a tank (formally known as a womb) and is fed Swish food once a day. Swish is due to enter this world on December 17, 2009, but we all know it will hold out for a week and come on Christmas Eve or Christmas day. It will always be the disgruntled child that got gypped at Christmas time (we have plans to fix that, though).
We also found out on July 16 that little Swish is truly a Swish (as opposed to a Swisha...).
Dave and I both thought he would be a little boy, but there was a significant group leaning to the contrary (including most of Megan's family and Dave's sister). We love little girls, and Dave will be wrapped around the little finger of any little girl we have, but I have to admit that I am really excited we are having a little boy. I have a secret hope that he'll be just like Dave: mellow, happy, nice, adorable... I know that any little girl we bring into the world will be just like me, which means fights by age two over what she's wearing, her looking homeless until she is at least 12, and a very mischevous personality. (Don't get me wrong, I would love to have a little girl, too, I just am being realistic about what that entails . . . just ask my mom).
I did get my first maternity pants, but am hoping
that I have sufficient flowy tops to hide the little bump where Swish lives and am hoping I can avoid getting new tops for a while. On Wednesday of this week, me and Swish will be at 20 weeks, which is good news on two fronts. First, if Swish comes early, it's likely he'll be okay. Second, my pregnancy (and Swish's compressed existence in my stomach) will be halfway over. Swish, I'm sure Swish will be grateful for the freedom (he already kicks hard enough for Dave to feel him), and I can be grateful to hold little Swish, too.
