Ladies and Gentlemen, I have an announcement: I am pregnant!
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yebisu9 and I are expecting a baby with the current due date of November 1st. So far, everything looks fine and all tests are coming back "normal", which is a word that I hope to hear a lot of in the next months. We are planning to find out the sex as soon as possible, providing the fetus poses for us correctly at the next ultrasound.
Now that we're telling everyone, I can share the funny stories and reactions that people have had so far. I had the following conversation with my sister:
Me: I have some big news.
Her: OK.
Me: Uhm, well, I'm pregnant!
Her: Huh. I figured it was either that, or you got a dog.
Me: (somewhat surprised by this reaction) Oh?
(Commotion in background)
Her: Wait... Oh, Boyfriend is asking whether it's a corgi or a pug.
She has since ramped her enthusiasm considerably. :) My parents had figured it out due to my griping about being exhausted and having weird cramps (which have subsided). My Dad remarked, "Great, now I can buy those neat puppets I see in gift shops!"
yebisu9's parents were very happy and commented that they recently been thinking about grandkids, but didn't want to pressure us. One of my uncles offered the following advice: "Make sure that kid eats a lot of dirt and stuff so it's not allergic to anything!" (This is par for the course with him, and I appreciate that, since he's not been feeling well lately, and it was great to hear his old self in his voice.)
Until we find out the sex, we're calling the baby "Little Squeak" because this is what my grandmother apparently called my father before he was born. I also call it "the small person" in an effort to remind myself there is actually someone in there, and not just an abstract concept that will make me big, exhausted, happy, and moody.
In any case, I understand that not everyone wants to hear the details all the time, so when I write about this in the future, I will place it behind a cut. (Or, if people prefer, I can set up a filter.) This is still somewhat in the unreal stage of "yeah, right, that will never happen!". At the 12-week ultrasound, Little Squeak was bouncing around, waving its little arms and legs like it was at a dance party, but I can't feel it do this, and would not have known unless I had the ultrasound machine on at that moment. The next day, I went and looked at maternity clothes and all I could think of "no way will I look like that!" I'm not sure when it will hit me, but I'm hoping that by writing about it, it will become more real. :)
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