Bromance

Shawn and I were able to go over to visit with Jules last weekend and welcome Danny to the world. 

Our boys will be less than 3 months apart, and we look forward to their "bromance" as they grow older!

With the news of my sister adding to her clan in December, the scheduled arrival of baby nephew #2 in 6 days with the Atlanta crew... it had been a baby-ful couple weeks.

Let's all root for Baby E to stay in there for another 10.5 weeks until he's fully baked.

I Cried

I cried this evening.

Because I didn't want tuna fish for dinner.

My 1st truly irrational cry of the pregnancy.

Shawn thinks I'm crazy.

Interconnected

I had one of those  reminders today that all of our experiences in life are inter-connected in some way. 

While I may be nauseous and the hot water heater may have turned off in the middle of this morning's shower..... there are things in life that are much more important than my problems.

I knew that at the beginning of this journey. 

I knew it for 30 months before that.

But it is important to remember to be thankful for the things that are working in your favor.

And to remain hopeful when things do not seem to be working as well.

And to connect people to one another... that all our experiences are not that different from one another.

An Unfortunate Side Effect...

Remember back when I said I wouldn't complain?

And you could punch me if I do?

Bring your boxing gloves, because this is going to be one of those days.

Baby E has been really kind to me this whole pregnancy.  No morning sickness.  Little to no side effects.  No exhaustion.  Not much showing.  Still in regular clothes in fact.

Until this week. 

All-day-sickness has hit with a vengance. 

Maybe it is because my ute is going to measure 60 weeks before this baby gets here (see last Wednesday's post), but I have completely and totally run out of room for my internal organs.  My bladder is squished.  My tummy is smashed.  And I therefore can't eat more than a tiny serving of anything without feeling really really terrible.  And nauseous.  And boot-y.

Chicken?  Sayonara.

Cherries?  See you again in 2012.

Sprite?  This week you are too damn carbonated.

Tums?  Can I marry you?

And oh yea, per the doctor last week,, I'm "supposed" to be eating another 500 calories a day.  Mission impossible.

Progress I promise

For those of you who have reading this blog you know that I have been looking at getting some "Daddy" jobs done in the very near future.  How near?  My lovely wife, who I love dearly, reminded me that we are about 85 days out and there is no guarantee that we will be full term - code for "get your butt in gear."

So the nursery will be painted this week and next weekend will be focused on putting the baby furniture together. 

Things are moving along pretty well with Momma.  Our last appointment showed that her blood pressure was a little elevated but other than that things look good.  We will be monitoring that blood pressure very closely in the weeks ahead.

Keep those thoughts and prayers coming.  It is my belief that we don't lose any points for piling on.