We are getting another under-two-year old. Yeah, you read that right. Another under-two-year old. Sadly, this under-two-year old doesn't require travel to an awesome destination. This one is a bit more local.
Amazingly enough I've been harboring this secret for what feels like forever! Below are the tales I would have shared if I was allowed to. So those of you interested in over sharing can read on.....
April 15th & 16th
I've always been irregular. Irregular in a number of areas, but let this irregularity focus on my period. UGH, I love adoption because you don't have to discuss such things. Am I still 15? Yeah. So it had not arrived since maybe the middle of February. Figured, I'd better take a pregnancy test so I could stop worrying. I took the test alone after getting home from the grocery store, while the men were still out watching trains.
I've taken a few pregnancy tests. We tried for a short time before adopting Oliver. I remember the last pregnancy test I took. I'm so classy. At target, purchase a test, take it in the target bathroom, celebrate its negativity and run to mail our first dossier off to Russia! It was a little different this go around. I walk back into the bathroom after putting the groceries away and notice a plus sign, what? Good thing I bought a two pack, I'll try that again in the morning.
Morning comes, new test, still a plus sign. Hmmmm. I put the test in my pocket and go downstairs to see what Jim is doing. He is on his computer flipping through tornado destruction photos from Iowa. Do I just leave the test somewhere for him to find? No, he wouldn't notice that. Do I have to do something cute and creative? Should I call someone for backup?
I do a few laps around the kitchen and then say "hey do you want to have a baby?"
Jim - umm yeah maybe
Me - I think we might be having one (hold up test)
I guess I could have done better, but we are pretty low key. "Hey want to adopt a kid?" Sounds great let's go to Kazakhstan Russia. "Hey want to have a baby?" Sure, sounds good to me.
Now I'm going to go ahead and admit it, I know NOTHING absolutely nothing about pregnancy. I kid you not. Okay I know stuff like not to drink or smoke or do crazy stuff, but I don't do any of that anyway. Guess I should find a doctor. I'll put Jim in charge of that.
April 17th
Oliver and I hit the library. I score a stack of pregnancy education books and Oliver gets a book about excavators and another about cranes. Then he spends a little while playing with the library train set while I get a jump on my much needed education. On the way home I break and call a friend. Someone else needs to know this. Jim has said I can't tell anyone yet, but if she asks I can't lie....right? I egg her on to ask the appropriate question, she plays along nicely.
April 20th
Getting a positive pregnancy test and then waiting a week to have it official confirmed by a doctor isn't fun. My head is spinning. I saw that the test was positive. I got a few books. I joined a group on babycenter. Seems like everyone in this stage is sick and feeling awful. I don't feel any different, really no different at all. No nausea, or increased sense of smell, or whatever crazy stuff should be happening. I surely am not pregnant. I'd better take another test. Maybe a name brand instead of Target brand.
But I haven't been approved for this child! We weren't fingerprinted by numerous states or the department of homeland security. A social worker didn't come over to make sure we have a good home for this baby. We didn't have to be evaluated by a psychologist. What if Pollyannas shouldn't have babies? Nah, it's all good. Why are our finances not being evaluated? It's an odd feeling to have a child this was when you've already adopted. Are we really allowed to just go and have a kid all willy nilly? Am I old enough? Young enough? Married enough? There better be some paperwork that needs to be notarized, apostilled, and FedEx somewhere or else this isn't legit at all.
April 23rd
First visit to my obgyn. We talk, she looks at things, I get sent off to a blood draw, and then off to an ultrasound. We need to figure out when this kid is coming around. I, in all my above described infinite wisdom of pregnancy, thought I was about 9 weeks along. Picked 9 weeks because my period happened sometime in February and that was 9ish weeks away. Maybe the sperm took some sort of detour on its way to my egg because the ultrasound lady checked things out (let's not discuss how) and she couldn't find a babe. What we did see was a lovely and inviting sac. She guesses I may be about 5 weeks along with a kid the size of a seed. A small seed, like a poppy seed not one of those huge sunflower seeds.
May 7th (most everything below is about throwing up, stop now, or consider yourself warned)
Oh my stars! Prenatal vitamins suck. I wake this lovely Monday morning. It's got great promise. Jim and I have Mondays off and I take Oliver to the gym and we have a grand old time together. NOT. TO. DAY! Rise, eat, few sips of a berry smoothie, vitamin, and off with Oliver to the gym. Gym parking lot. Oh no. I've got to puke. Open car door and puke bright pink berry smoothie all over. Feeling much better I get out and go to get Oliver out of his seat so we can go to the gym. He peed his pants, and we don't have an extra pair, awesome, we leave. We drive up to the library night drop off so I can return some books. Upon leaving the library I see a McDonalds. I do not go to McDonalds, no really, never. Okay, well I don't go there for food, sometimes I do get Oliver a fruit smoothie on the way to Lowe's. Whatever. I see the McDonalds and I suddenly neeeeeed a sausage biscuit sandwich. Those biscuits are so tasty. Drive up. Order said sandwich and a cup of water. Pay, drive off to window two to collect the goods. As soon as the food bag enters the car I feel like I'm going to DIE. The smell is insane. I throw it to the back of the car, put down the windows, turn up the AC. It doesn't help. While driving, I dump the water out of my cup and start throwing up like a crazy woman. I can't get home fast enough.
May 21st
Went to the doctor to get an ultrasound this morning. Babe measured 9 weeks 0 days, which gives us a due date of December 24, 2012. I was also able to hear the baby's heart beat chugging away at 158 bpm. So far so good. Next appointment, June 18th.
June 3 & 4
Jim's family is in town for Oliver's birthday. We decide to tell them the Monday after his party. I'd say I'm fairly creative, I like something a little bit more than "hey guys we are pregnant." I go to Pottybarn and get a nice two-slot-photo-frame. I put a lovely photo of Oliver on one side and an ultrasound photo with the words "expected arrival 12-24-12" on the other side. In my mind, and Jim's, and my friend Michelle's this is crystal clear, crystal. After dinner Oliver delivers the gift, they open, they are excited about Oliver's picture, and that's it. Errr. Jim says, "hey dad, what's that photo on the right?" They look more closely at it, they read the words, they have no idea, like really no idea. His dad finally says, "I don't know, a squirrel in a nest." Fail. I tell them we are having a kid, and finally get the reaction we thought we would get. Apparently there is a generational gap between those who have seen an ultrasound photo and those who haven't.
June 11 - June 26 I eat, then I throw up, that's about it.
Throw up in parking lots
Out a friend's car window, while driving
At work
At home
At stores
At church
In my hands
I throw up when Oliver tries to mimic my throw up noise
Rumor has it, that means things are going well. Someone has a great sense of humor!
June 18th
Doctor's apt, 13weeks. I say I puke a lot, she says eat a popsicle. She says if it's really bad I can take some medication. I'm pretty anti medication. I'll just wait it out. Baby's heart is chugging away at 156 bpm. She tries to schedule another apt in 4 weeks and I say I'm skipping town, I'll see you in August. August 6, 20 weeks, will be our next apt with an ultrasound. This is a long ultrasound where they check out all the babe's parts and we find out the sex. Let me rephrase, some people find out the sex, we are not those people. Holding out for a surprise. I hear they call that Team Green. Go Green!
June 26th
Mailed out our announcements
-Trisha, Jim, Oliver & baby #2
July 2
Happy to have gone public. It means I can start pinning! 15 weeks along.
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April 15th & 16th
I've always been irregular. Irregular in a number of areas, but let this irregularity focus on my period. UGH, I love adoption because you don't have to discuss such things. Am I still 15? Yeah. So it had not arrived since maybe the middle of February. Figured, I'd better take a pregnancy test so I could stop worrying. I took the test alone after getting home from the grocery store, while the men were still out watching trains.
I've taken a few pregnancy tests. We tried for a short time before adopting Oliver. I remember the last pregnancy test I took. I'm so classy. At target, purchase a test, take it in the target bathroom, celebrate its negativity and run to mail our first dossier off to Russia! It was a little different this go around. I walk back into the bathroom after putting the groceries away and notice a plus sign, what? Good thing I bought a two pack, I'll try that again in the morning.
Morning comes, new test, still a plus sign. Hmmmm. I put the test in my pocket and go downstairs to see what Jim is doing. He is on his computer flipping through tornado destruction photos from Iowa. Do I just leave the test somewhere for him to find? No, he wouldn't notice that. Do I have to do something cute and creative? Should I call someone for backup?
I do a few laps around the kitchen and then say "hey do you want to have a baby?"
Jim - umm yeah maybe
Me - I think we might be having one (hold up test)
I guess I could have done better, but we are pretty low key. "Hey want to adopt a kid?" Sounds great let's go to
Now I'm going to go ahead and admit it, I know NOTHING absolutely nothing about pregnancy. I kid you not. Okay I know stuff like not to drink or smoke or do crazy stuff, but I don't do any of that anyway. Guess I should find a doctor. I'll put Jim in charge of that.
April 17th
Oliver and I hit the library. I score a stack of pregnancy education books and Oliver gets a book about excavators and another about cranes. Then he spends a little while playing with the library train set while I get a jump on my much needed education. On the way home I break and call a friend. Someone else needs to know this. Jim has said I can't tell anyone yet, but if she asks I can't lie....right? I egg her on to ask the appropriate question, she plays along nicely.
April 20th
Getting a positive pregnancy test and then waiting a week to have it official confirmed by a doctor isn't fun. My head is spinning. I saw that the test was positive. I got a few books. I joined a group on babycenter. Seems like everyone in this stage is sick and feeling awful. I don't feel any different, really no different at all. No nausea, or increased sense of smell, or whatever crazy stuff should be happening. I surely am not pregnant. I'd better take another test. Maybe a name brand instead of Target brand.
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| clear blue thinks I'm just as pregnant as target |
But I haven't been approved for this child! We weren't fingerprinted by numerous states or the department of homeland security. A social worker didn't come over to make sure we have a good home for this baby. We didn't have to be evaluated by a psychologist. What if Pollyannas shouldn't have babies? Nah, it's all good. Why are our finances not being evaluated? It's an odd feeling to have a child this was when you've already adopted. Are we really allowed to just go and have a kid all willy nilly? Am I old enough? Young enough? Married enough? There better be some paperwork that needs to be notarized, apostilled, and FedEx somewhere or else this isn't legit at all.
April 23rd
First visit to my obgyn. We talk, she looks at things, I get sent off to a blood draw, and then off to an ultrasound. We need to figure out when this kid is coming around. I, in all my above described infinite wisdom of pregnancy, thought I was about 9 weeks along. Picked 9 weeks because my period happened sometime in February and that was 9ish weeks away. Maybe the sperm took some sort of detour on its way to my egg because the ultrasound lady checked things out (let's not discuss how) and she couldn't find a babe. What we did see was a lovely and inviting sac. She guesses I may be about 5 weeks along with a kid the size of a seed. A small seed, like a poppy seed not one of those huge sunflower seeds.
May 7th (most everything below is about throwing up, stop now, or consider yourself warned)
Oh my stars! Prenatal vitamins suck. I wake this lovely Monday morning. It's got great promise. Jim and I have Mondays off and I take Oliver to the gym and we have a grand old time together. NOT. TO. DAY! Rise, eat, few sips of a berry smoothie, vitamin, and off with Oliver to the gym. Gym parking lot. Oh no. I've got to puke. Open car door and puke bright pink berry smoothie all over. Feeling much better I get out and go to get Oliver out of his seat so we can go to the gym. He peed his pants, and we don't have an extra pair, awesome, we leave. We drive up to the library night drop off so I can return some books. Upon leaving the library I see a McDonalds. I do not go to McDonalds, no really, never. Okay, well I don't go there for food, sometimes I do get Oliver a fruit smoothie on the way to Lowe's. Whatever. I see the McDonalds and I suddenly neeeeeed a sausage biscuit sandwich. Those biscuits are so tasty. Drive up. Order said sandwich and a cup of water. Pay, drive off to window two to collect the goods. As soon as the food bag enters the car I feel like I'm going to DIE. The smell is insane. I throw it to the back of the car, put down the windows, turn up the AC. It doesn't help. While driving, I dump the water out of my cup and start throwing up like a crazy woman. I can't get home fast enough.
May 21st
Went to the doctor to get an ultrasound this morning. Babe measured 9 weeks 0 days, which gives us a due date of December 24, 2012. I was also able to hear the baby's heart beat chugging away at 158 bpm. So far so good. Next appointment, June 18th.
June 3 & 4
Jim's family is in town for Oliver's birthday. We decide to tell them the Monday after his party. I'd say I'm fairly creative, I like something a little bit more than "hey guys we are pregnant." I go to Pottybarn and get a nice two-slot-photo-frame. I put a lovely photo of Oliver on one side and an ultrasound photo with the words "expected arrival 12-24-12" on the other side. In my mind, and Jim's, and my friend Michelle's this is crystal clear, crystal. After dinner Oliver delivers the gift, they open, they are excited about Oliver's picture, and that's it. Errr. Jim says, "hey dad, what's that photo on the right?" They look more closely at it, they read the words, they have no idea, like really no idea. His dad finally says, "I don't know, a squirrel in a nest." Fail. I tell them we are having a kid, and finally get the reaction we thought we would get. Apparently there is a generational gap between those who have seen an ultrasound photo and those who haven't.
June 11 - June 26 I eat, then I throw up, that's about it.
Throw up in parking lots
Out a friend's car window, while driving
At work
At home
At stores
At church
In my hands
I throw up when Oliver tries to mimic my throw up noise
Rumor has it, that means things are going well. Someone has a great sense of humor!
June 18th
Doctor's apt, 13weeks. I say I puke a lot, she says eat a popsicle. She says if it's really bad I can take some medication. I'm pretty anti medication. I'll just wait it out. Baby's heart is chugging away at 156 bpm. She tries to schedule another apt in 4 weeks and I say I'm skipping town, I'll see you in August. August 6, 20 weeks, will be our next apt with an ultrasound. This is a long ultrasound where they check out all the babe's parts and we find out the sex. Let me rephrase, some people find out the sex, we are not those people. Holding out for a surprise. I hear they call that Team Green. Go Green!
June 26th
Mailed out our announcements
-Trisha, Jim, Oliver & baby #2
July 2
Happy to have gone public. It means I can start pinning! 15 weeks along.
yeah, so happy for you! So sorry about all the puking. I, by the grace of God, never got sick with Camden so I can't empathize with you, but it seems that you have taken it in stride! SO happy for a 4 of you!
ReplyDeleteI am sooo incredibly excited for you, Jim, and Oliver!!! I didn't have morning sickness, so I have no idea how you handle it!!!! Congratulations:) What an amazing Christmas gift!
ReplyDeleteHow TOTALLY AWESOME!!!!! I love reading about all your puking and the clueless in laws, etc. And about all your adventures with Oliver. How exciting! Congratulations!
ReplyDeleteCONGRATULATIONS! So happy to be in on the news! Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!!! Kathy
ReplyDeleteCongratulations!
ReplyDeleteCongratulations!!! That is so exciting!!! Love the announcement! Love even more the story of the ultrasound picture! You tried :)
ReplyDeleteI did try! Thought it was so perfect.
DeleteCongrats!!!! How exciting!! Oliver will be a great big brother! :)
ReplyDeleteAwww Congrats!!! So excited for you guys!
ReplyDeleteCongratulations!!! You are a great mommy and we're so thrilled for your expanding family!! Your announcement is adorable!!!
ReplyDeleteCongratulations!!! That is awesome news!!!
ReplyDeleteGreat News!! And for the record, I think the ultrasound along side Oliver's picture is crystal clear too! Go figure. Congratulations!!!!
ReplyDeleteThat's awesome! Congratulations.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations Oliver! Oh, and congrats to you as well. That's lovely! I was sick for months, it just like adoption documents and thousands of dollars, becomes a distant memory. So so SO funny about the documenting! As we had children by birth first, it became the joke of the day about how we had to prove our worth as parents.
ReplyDeleteSuch a great NEW reason that you're one of the first blogs I jump to! Hooray for you!! Oh, and someone I can offload my 80 size medium+ pocket diapers to. When #2 is a toddler, our Pip should be peeing in a ceramic vessel.
80 pocket diapers, you are amazing! I had about 20 for Oliver, recently ordered some newborn stuff and my husband thinks I've go overboard.
DeleteYay! Congrats :).
ReplyDeleteWe tried to do something similar at Christmas when I was pregnant with Liam. We bought a little ceramic (you know, the kind at the mall kiosk) with Tyler's name on one baby face and a "Expected August 2007" next to the other face. All four sets of grandparents just said some variation of 'cute ornament' and moved on. Even after we had them look again. I wonder if it's just such a surprise they can't connect the dots?!??!
congratulations on miracle #2! I looking forward to continuing to follow your family :)
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on your wonderful news.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations! Team Green (never heard that expression by the way) is the best! :-) Hope to see you guys in Mass. soon.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations!!!! This is wonderful. Happy for you.
ReplyDeleteI totally missed this post! Congratulations!! =)
ReplyDeleteI don't know how I missed this post when you first posted it. New posts pop to the top of my "blogs I like to follow" list. Anyway, CONGRATULATIONS.
ReplyDeleteFor me, 5 times pregnant~~not a day of morning sickness, ptl. But I've had the flu, so I can kind of relate. Hopefully this will pass quickly.
Leah's older sister was born on Dec. 24. I was very conscientious about celebrating her birthday separate from Christmas. A friend's son was born on the 25th and they celebrate his birthday on June 25 every year. (he's 25 now and they still do it that way)
Whenever your baby is born, it will be an awesome blessing. Congratulations again.
HOW DID I MISS THIS POST!!!! Congrats to all of you and your expending and ever loving family. Big Brother Oliver will be over the moon!! Hugs to you all.
ReplyDeleteLoved reading your blog, hysterical! Congrats!
ReplyDeleteSudie