Whew, what a day yesterday was!
First, if you didn’t see the last blog post or any of the Twitter tweets, and if you didn’t guess from the title of this blog post, I’ll clue you in: We are having a boy!
We are so excited and couldn’t be happier, but the day didn’t start off that way. In fact, it was a bit rough!
I was so excited about the big ultrasound this week that I couldn’t sleep. I was up at 2 am and wasn’t able to fall back asleep. I was a hot mess yesterday morning. I was super cranky and really feel bad for my husband because I yelled at him a few times.
The night before our ultrasound I told Tarzan that we needed to leave our house between 6:45 am and 7 am. We both aren’t always exactly on time, so I figured this 15 minute window would allow for extra time. Well, we ended up leaving the house around 7:05 am and it was Tarzan’s fault, not mine. I was dressed and waiting on him (probably the first time in my life).
Of course this put me in a fine mood.
When we got out to the garage I got in the car and Tarzan decided it was the perfect time to take out the trash. Really?! Still I kept quiet. As he was driving out of our neighborhood, he made a left turn where we should have gone straight. Oh yes, he decided to stop at the freakin’ mailbox to mail some bills. Again, why THAT was important at that particular time I don’t know.
I couldn’t keep my mouth shut anymore. I sighed a really heavy and annoyed sigh, you know, to let him know that this was not okay and that I was pissed. It was now 7:09 am. Nine minutes past when we were supposed to leave.
(Before you think I sound extremely anal, let me clarify. If you’ve ever been to Houston, you know that the traffic in the morning is horrid. I am so thankful that we both work from home because I couldn’t stand driving and sitting in all that traffic two times a day. Nine minutes is a big deal in Houston. Nine minutes earlier could have meant that we would have been in front of the accident, instead of stuck in the traffic behind it. You get the picture, hence my annoyance at the mail and trash delay that took place. Oy!)
We sat in traffic for a good 1.5 hours before I panicked about being late and not getting in for the ultrasound. Of course I blamed all of this on Tarzan too. I felt like I was going to throw up and I couldn’t get comfortable in my seat. I felt sick. My heart was racing and Tarzan’s driving was making me go insane. I kept yelling at him to brake faster, which only made him get more and more upset.
I reminded him that he just needed to “shut up” (my exact words), “tell me what I want to hear“, and “learn how to deal with me“. I told him that he needed to drive better, or go back to drivers ed. Yes, I know that I was rude, but at the time I was pissed. I must have told him to “shut up” at least 5 times. (Before yesterday I don’t think I’ve ever said that to him. I really am a good wife, despite my pregnant hormones that cause me to yell at my husband.)
After our little conversation I decided it would be best to call the hospital and let them know we would be a little late. Thank God that the lady told me it would be all right to be 15-20 minutes late. Whew. This did calm me down a bit.
Finally we made it to the hospital only 5 minutes after our scheduled time. Not too bad. That was the worst drive that Tarzan and I have ever been on. His poor hands were so tense on the steering wheel with trying to dodge traffic, make an appointment on time, and deal with a psycho-at-times pregnant wife. Poor guy.
You would think that everything would go smoothly after this, but no… The hospital was being remodeled. Not that either one of us had been there before, but all the permanent signs on the wall that tell you where to go were wrong. We followed the signs to “admitting” and were told that we needed to go into the west tower instead of being in the main hospital. We did our best walk-without-actually-running and finally made it there.
The receptionist was really nice when we checked in. Thank God! She asked me if had drank my 16 oz of water yet and I told her that I was unaware of that little step in this ultrasound process. No one told me that. No worries though, I had some time to drink water while waiting.
I had had 12 oz of water on the way to the hospital and now needed to pee. Badly. Since I’ve obviously never done this before, I didn’t know what to do.
Do I pee or do I hold it?
Tarzan told me that he would go buy more water and for me to go to the bathroom. I swear, I breathed a sigh of relief as I was going to the bathroom. Holding it really starts to get painful after a while!
So for about 45 minutes I drank water, peed, drank water, peed, and repeated this process four times.
Finally my buzzer went off (it was the kind of buzzer that you get while waiting at a restaurant) and the technician came to get me. Tarzan and I started to follow her, but she told Tarzan that she would come back for him. He had to continue waiting in the waiting room, which was awful.
The tv was on CNN and I don’t know about you feel about that, but we aren’t newsy types of people. We like to call it “Constant Negative News”, just our opinions of course. In fact the story that was on was about a Muslim TV executive who beheaded his wife and left 2 kiddos behind. Really, is this what pregnant women (or people who aren’t pregnant) want to hear about?! Not me, but Tarzan had to stay. He wasn’t “allowed” to escape just yet. Again, poor guy!
I was led into the dressing room, where I was informed that I needed to take off everything except my bra and put on this weird 3-armed gown. Hmm, this was something that I hadn’t planned on. I thought that the tech. would pull my shirt up, pull my pants down, and do what she does with the stick. Nope, not the case. I had to be naked “down there”.
Usually this would be fine. I’m never too worried about that kind of thing, but yesterday I was a little uneasy. I hadn’t had time to shower before and the last shower I took was the previous night. I’m normal and worry about the area “down there” when I have to go panty-less without being aware. It’s not like I got dirty during the night because you know that I’m not in a very sexual mood at all, so I was keeping my fingers crossed that everything would be “fresh”.
Anyways…
It was finally time to get down to business and by that, I mean find out whether we were having a little penis or a little vagina. Or at least that is what I thought.
Instead the tech. poured a ton of warm gel on my belly and started moving around. The first glance of baby and I had tears.
Tears!!!
This is a big step for me.
As you know from previous blogs, I have gotten quite emotional while being pregnant. I’ve gotten emotional about ABC’s Extreme Home Makeover, about arguments with Tarzan, at the first Christmas song I heard on the radio, but never about the baby. It’s not that I’m insensitive or unhappy at all. The emotional side of having a baby just hadn’t hit me until I saw our baby on the ultrasound.
The last time I saw the baby in the ultrasound at 7 weeks, it resembled a blob. No joke. While I was excited to see the heart beating and to see that there was something in my belly, it didn’t hit me at the time. It just didn’t feel quite real. More in my imagination then anything. Up until yesterday I hadn’t cried about the baby and besides throwing up, getting headaches and pimples, and feeling fat, I hadn’t really felt too pregnant.
That all changed yesterday.
Something changed the second I saw our baby on the screen. I cried. Not just a few tears, but like needing to wipe my tears away so that more could come out while still being able to see the screen. It was amazing. Without sounding cheesy, I am now a changed woman about all things baby.
I just kept saying, “Aw, it’s our baby.” It was the best morning ever and all of the stress from the drive to the hospital immediately vanished from my memory. It was the beginning of our little family and I was amazed by everything I saw on the screen.
The tech. was really wonderful and showed us tons of pictures. We saw the feet, spinal cord, brain, eye socket, elbow, hands, legs, nose, ears, and the penis. Well, we had to be told that it was a penis and that we were having a boy!
A BABY BOY!!
(There is a great shot of the baby’s legs and something in the middle. Of course Tarzan said, “Is that 3rd leg?” Ha, ha. That’s my husband and boy do I love him!)
The sweetest moment that stands out to me is looking at the baby on the screen and having Tarzan hold my hand. It was just amazing and the happiest moment!
The tech. gave her measurements to the radiologist, who came in to meet us and told us everything was measuring as it should. She gave us the report to bring to our doctor’s office and gave me the go ahead to wipe the gel off my stomach and put on my normal clothes. After stopping by the restroom an additional two times after I got dressed, we left with a ton of pictures in hand and headed to my doctor’s office.
My doctor’s office is in the building next door, so it’s a very short drive, but I must have cried the whole time. It was a happy cry. As in “I’m going to be a mom. You are going to be a dad. We are going to have a son.” It was so real and precious!
Best Moment Ever.
After we got a parking spot at the doctor’s office, Tarzan and I just stood outside the car and had a moment. We shared a sweet hug and the embrace was just perfect. A lot of realizations really hit us at that moment and it was great to just take a step back and take it all in.
We went into the dr. office and there was little boys everywhere. It was a sign. We saw a newborn baby boy, a 3 week old baby boy, and a 2 year old boy. It’s funny what you start to see when your life changes. The 2 year old was a little wild and I told Tarzan that we are going to have our hands full with a little boy, especially if our little boy takes after Tarzan.
The doctor went over our report and everything looked awesome! I was measuring 4 days ahead, so 18 weeks and 2 days. The baby weighs 8 oz (half of a pound). No abnormalities. Placenta is good. There is the right amount of amniotic fluid. The baby is faced down already, so we hope that he stays that way. All in all, it was a great report. We are going to have a healthy baby boy!! The doctor wrote us an A+ on the report. Again, no joke.
We left the office with big grins on our faces. Both of our parent’s wanted to know immediately, but we didn’t feel like talking on the phone. We just wanted to share the moment between us at the time before rushing into the many phone conversations. I did feel a little bad, especially since I had so many text messages from friends and family too, but we stuck our guns.
The whole way home we talked about how it would be to have a son. It was a great time and much better than the car ride to the appointment! We decided on a restaurant for lunch and when we pulled into the parking lot, my cell phone went off for the 3rd time. It was my mom, worried, because she knew that our appointment was at 9 am and it was 12:30 pm.
Completely understandable.
Tarzan and I decided it would be best to call her to let her know that things were good. We called my mom, told her the good news, and then grabbed a bite to eat. Yum, lunch. I swear I had the whole bread basket, my salad, and my mushroom ravioli. Even Tarzan noticed that my appetite has increased lately!
Gotta help the baby grow, right?
After lunch we called our dads, my brother, and my grandmother. I ended up texting all of my friends because it was so overwhleming to talk on the phone to every single person that wanted to know. After the phone calls we stopped at Baby Gap and picked up a couple of really cute little boy onesies. I have to admit that even though little girls clothes are cuter, I was impressed with the cuteness factor for boys that Baby Gap had.
We came home and plopped our butts on the couch and hung out. It was such a busy day, full of so many emotions. Crying, yelling, being stressed, feeling happy, etc. Whew! Even though we got off to a rough start at the beginning of the day, the rest of the day was just perfect.
It’s funny how this all started…
Our “journey” into parenthood started with having too much to drink at a bar on Halloween night, which resulted in sex and forgetting about my birth control pills.
When I first found out I was pregnant, I was a disaster. We weren’t ready and I was terrified. We kept it between us for a little while and got used to the idea of being pregnant.
We had our first appointment and saw the heartbeat inside my stomach. It became more real. I started getting really sick and feeling like crap. It became even more real. We heard the heartbeat and thought that was amazing.
But it wasn’t until we saw our baby at 17/18 weeks of being pregnant that it finally hit us both. I cried my eyes out, and Tarzan had some tears in his. We talk to our son in my belly now. We seem to be closer as a couple and have a newfound love for one another. I’m pregnant and loving it (now).
I love having our baby inside of me and loving someone that I haven’t even met so much already. It’s overwhelming, but so fulfilling and I’m so thankful for this little life growing inside of me. I’m thankful for my husband and what he means to me. I’m thankful that I’m going to be a mom. I’m thankful that we are going to be a family of 4 (counting our dog of course). I just feel so blessed with everything going on. The things that truly matter are great. We have a healthy baby. We are healthy. We have a lot of love to give and to show as an example to our son.
I know that we may not be the best parents in the world; we’ll make mistakes, but we will love our son like no other and do anything and everything that we can for him. Shoot, we are already doing things with him in mind.
I love you little baby boy!
You might also want to read:
- RARE: A peak inside the secret life of Tarzan and Jane
- A note to Baby Tarzan regarding your movement in my belly
- Porn star boobs update: They keep growing and growing and …
- Truly The Absolute Strangest, Weirdest, Most Wild Experience With Pregnancy Hormones EVER. Future Fathers Be Warned. This Is A True Story.
- The real cost of having a baby with no Maternity Insurance, no Medicaid, and no help.
Hi Erica! Thanks so much and best of luck to you too! Have you scheduled your big u/s yet? Do you want to find out? If so, keep me posted! Congrats to you too!
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