Taking it from the top
Let's take it from the top.
Beth and I had been talking about having a baby for a while. We always wanted to start our family around 27 or 28. So once I turned 27, we started seriously discussing when we wanted to start expanding our family.
June came and went. We decided to start trying in July. Unfortunately, July was a no go for us. August came, and was flying by.
I remember the night very well. I was working, teaching LSAT students. Beth came in after class with a bag of groceries. She told me we needed to celebrate, and pulled out a bottle of sparkling grape juice, saying she was off real champagne 'til May. She had a huge grin on her face.
I wasn't shocked. I knew it was a possibility, and one I was hoping for. So I was pretty calm. I mean, I was - and am - excited about the whole thing, but I wasn't crying my eyes out or anything like that. I was happy.
Then I made Beth take another test. It's not that I didn't believe her. It's just that I needed to see it for myself, to confirm it was really happening. She took the test, and it was a bright line, clear as day.
The weeks progressed, and we didn't make too much of a fuss about it. I waited until right around the first doctor visit to tell my family. I told Mom and Dad in the parking lot of the FBO - I was too excited to wait til we got home. I told Aaron and Adam over the phone, trying different surprise techniques to break the news. With Aaron I tried to sneak the sentence "We're pregnant" past him. With Adam I tried the cool, nonchalant approach. They were both really excited about it. Aaron sent me an awesome book about What to expect as a father.
At our first doctor visit, we waited a while, but finally got to see a small ultrasound pic of the baby. Beth didn't know what to look for, and I only saw the heartbeat because I was looking for motion in the picture. We copied the ultrasound and it should be up here somewhere.
Beth then began all-day sickness. Not fun for her, I suspect. She took her vitamins, remained mostly rational, and had occasional bouts of nerves. But we remained positive throughout.
Last week Thursday we went to the Doc to hear the heartbeat. Beth was around 70, the baby was around 160 - a little jackhammer of a beat.
That brings us to today. I know I sound a little... detached... in my recitation. But for me this has been only a small rollercoaster so far. It's been more like... a roadtrip. Instead of dramatic highs and lows, complete with loops and whatnot, it's been more like traveling cross country. There are some really high points, like hearing the heartbeat and seeing the ultrasound, but for the most part it's been waiting to get there. Waiting for May. I know everything will speed up as May approaches and the road trip will have more frequent stuff. I know there will be stuff that I might not expect.
But I feel...
I feel ready to start fatherhood.
Beth and I had been talking about having a baby for a while. We always wanted to start our family around 27 or 28. So once I turned 27, we started seriously discussing when we wanted to start expanding our family.
June came and went. We decided to start trying in July. Unfortunately, July was a no go for us. August came, and was flying by.
I remember the night very well. I was working, teaching LSAT students. Beth came in after class with a bag of groceries. She told me we needed to celebrate, and pulled out a bottle of sparkling grape juice, saying she was off real champagne 'til May. She had a huge grin on her face.
I wasn't shocked. I knew it was a possibility, and one I was hoping for. So I was pretty calm. I mean, I was - and am - excited about the whole thing, but I wasn't crying my eyes out or anything like that. I was happy.
Then I made Beth take another test. It's not that I didn't believe her. It's just that I needed to see it for myself, to confirm it was really happening. She took the test, and it was a bright line, clear as day.
The weeks progressed, and we didn't make too much of a fuss about it. I waited until right around the first doctor visit to tell my family. I told Mom and Dad in the parking lot of the FBO - I was too excited to wait til we got home. I told Aaron and Adam over the phone, trying different surprise techniques to break the news. With Aaron I tried to sneak the sentence "We're pregnant" past him. With Adam I tried the cool, nonchalant approach. They were both really excited about it. Aaron sent me an awesome book about What to expect as a father.
At our first doctor visit, we waited a while, but finally got to see a small ultrasound pic of the baby. Beth didn't know what to look for, and I only saw the heartbeat because I was looking for motion in the picture. We copied the ultrasound and it should be up here somewhere.
Beth then began all-day sickness. Not fun for her, I suspect. She took her vitamins, remained mostly rational, and had occasional bouts of nerves. But we remained positive throughout.
Last week Thursday we went to the Doc to hear the heartbeat. Beth was around 70, the baby was around 160 - a little jackhammer of a beat.
That brings us to today. I know I sound a little... detached... in my recitation. But for me this has been only a small rollercoaster so far. It's been more like... a roadtrip. Instead of dramatic highs and lows, complete with loops and whatnot, it's been more like traveling cross country. There are some really high points, like hearing the heartbeat and seeing the ultrasound, but for the most part it's been waiting to get there. Waiting for May. I know everything will speed up as May approaches and the road trip will have more frequent stuff. I know there will be stuff that I might not expect.
But I feel...
I feel ready to start fatherhood.
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