Well so much for getting to write over the weekend. I took advantage of not working and had some major Orbit-the-Wondercat bonding time while relaxing in bed. More on that later...
Then, we needed to go grab a few things for Tropical Storm Fay that was heading our way. The thought of being in the 8th floor of a condo without electricity or food is quite scary. So even though we were pretty sure it wasn't going to hit (it didn't!), we still went through the motions. Better safe than sorry.
So. It's been incredible to keep this secret, and we may not make it to the end of September before we tell people. But, I SWEAR there is one family member who has figured it out. ORBIT. Seriously, I think he even knew before I did! He was starting to act strange around me, and I just figured it was him being moody. Damn Siamese cats. Anyway, he seriously stopped sitting or laying with me. Would jump up on the bed and walk right across me to Bob. Would avoid me like the plague. I swear he knows.
Makes sense, actually. I've had him for 12 years now, longer than Bob and I have even known each other, and people say animals can pick up on things. Maybe I'm emitting a pregnancy pheromone that only cats can smell. :-)
In any case, staying with him on Saturday, and then again Tuesday morning when we delayed work due to the storm, seemed to do the trick. He loves me again.
Just wait until I start to kick him off my stomach. That's not gonna go well. Poor little bugger...
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Week 7, and nobody knows!
So, this is probably the hardest thing we've ever kept from friends and family. Especially when we get caught in lies! But it's a necessity, as I'm just superstituous enough to NOT tell anyone until the first trimester is done. Or at least close to being done. Or until we can't handle it anymore...
So yes, I'M PREGNANT. Our quest to perpetuate the redhead race now begins. Now for those of you who believe we can have something other than a redhead, I'm just not buying it. Two redheads equals four recessive genes. I paid attention in middle school biology with that box with four little r's. But hey, just in case something freaky happens, I'll give you all a .0001 percent that we won't have a fellow red. But it's not gonna happen.
It's slightly strange to be writing to, well, nobody. But I know that we'll share this with everyone and you'll get to catch up on what these first days have been like for us. But for now, some apologies...
1. Sorry to Bob's mom -- we know you're going to be upset that we didn't tell you immediately, but I'm a firm believe in Murphy's Law. And we just couldn't tell you and have something bad happen.
2. Sorry to Bob's mom for laughing hysterically the other night when you actually said "You two better get me a baby before you get a dog!" on the phone to Bob. You didn't hear it, but it gave us laughter for a long time after that. Don't worry -- definitely getting you a grandbaby before a dog!
3. Sorry to KK and work for not sharing this, but hey, like we need more drama right now. But then again, SERIOUSLY, how could you all not have figured this out yet? "Cutting back on diet coke"? Like I'd actually do that voluntarily...
4. Sorry to God for saying "OH THANK GOD!" when I saw only ONE sac and itty-bitty-rice-size-bambino at the ultrasound this week. I realize that it's going to come back to nail me later in life and I'll have an "Oh shit" statement just like mom and dad. Don't worry, I'm sure I'll explain that one later in here...
5. And most importantly, sorry to bambino (or "interloper" as Amy calls him/her) for the amounts of alcohol you endured within 2-3 weeks of your spontaneous appearance in my body. Not sure about the exact moment you appeared, but we know it is probably right around our trip to Minnesota for the Engelman family reunion/camping trip. Campfire drinks were imbibed. I blame my cousin's husband, Brent. Don't worry, it won't affect you. And he'll probably give you alcohol later in your life anyway...
That should do it for our inaugural post. This weekend I'll try to update you on finding my sucking-the-life-out-of-me tiredness, and how I hopefully can still go to Happy Hour tomorrow after work without explaining my lack of green apple martinis.
So yes, I'M PREGNANT. Our quest to perpetuate the redhead race now begins. Now for those of you who believe we can have something other than a redhead, I'm just not buying it. Two redheads equals four recessive genes. I paid attention in middle school biology with that box with four little r's. But hey, just in case something freaky happens, I'll give you all a .0001 percent that we won't have a fellow red. But it's not gonna happen.
It's slightly strange to be writing to, well, nobody. But I know that we'll share this with everyone and you'll get to catch up on what these first days have been like for us. But for now, some apologies...
1. Sorry to Bob's mom -- we know you're going to be upset that we didn't tell you immediately, but I'm a firm believe in Murphy's Law. And we just couldn't tell you and have something bad happen.
2. Sorry to Bob's mom for laughing hysterically the other night when you actually said "You two better get me a baby before you get a dog!" on the phone to Bob. You didn't hear it, but it gave us laughter for a long time after that. Don't worry -- definitely getting you a grandbaby before a dog!
3. Sorry to KK and work for not sharing this, but hey, like we need more drama right now. But then again, SERIOUSLY, how could you all not have figured this out yet? "Cutting back on diet coke"? Like I'd actually do that voluntarily...
4. Sorry to God for saying "OH THANK GOD!" when I saw only ONE sac and itty-bitty-rice-size-bambino at the ultrasound this week. I realize that it's going to come back to nail me later in life and I'll have an "Oh shit" statement just like mom and dad. Don't worry, I'm sure I'll explain that one later in here...
5. And most importantly, sorry to bambino (or "interloper" as Amy calls him/her) for the amounts of alcohol you endured within 2-3 weeks of your spontaneous appearance in my body. Not sure about the exact moment you appeared, but we know it is probably right around our trip to Minnesota for the Engelman family reunion/camping trip. Campfire drinks were imbibed. I blame my cousin's husband, Brent. Don't worry, it won't affect you. And he'll probably give you alcohol later in your life anyway...
That should do it for our inaugural post. This weekend I'll try to update you on finding my sucking-the-life-out-of-me tiredness, and how I hopefully can still go to Happy Hour tomorrow after work without explaining my lack of green apple martinis.
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