Well, well, well.....never thought you would see me back here did you? Honestly I'm not sure I would be either, given my and the belly's advancing age. But, the lord moves in mysterious ways, and no good deed goes unpunished, so here we are. We've been under the G-6 high security blackout on the news because the beloved internet says we should wait to announce the news. We all know that you should refer to the internet on how you should conduct daily life, and who are the belly and I to argue? I can't say I'm particularly glad we can't talk about it before the magical 12 weeks because all I've wanted to do is to share the news with everyone, but considering we've had a disappointment previously, I understand withholding the info protects the awkwardness of others asking how it's going and you have to break the news that it isn't going...at all.
But enough with the Debbie downer business, we have nothing but good news from the belly-doc, we are at 12 weeks and the little critter is snug as a bug in a rug. The bastard stick that failed us last week and resulted in a 6-day period of high anxiety and worry by the belly came through like a champ and the wiki-wiki-wiki of the critter-to-be rang out loud and clear. The little flutter that the sonogram tech says is the heart is whirling as it should. So there you have it, we did it again. The lovely missus is now a belly again, and lord help me.
So, to catch you up. Here's what we know so far: this critter is likely going to be known as Arizona, because we have identified the happy time that made this all possible was a weekend trip the belly and I took to the sunshine state. Let's just say there was romance, mountain climbing and room service involved. Not necessarily in that order. Best thing bout the belly is she's ready to get sweaty, and no, not that way, get your mind out of the gutter, seriously.
So the little pink line appeared, and we knew we were off to the races, especially since we now have a four year tyrant running things around here. Let's see, the emotions we've been through these past weeks: excited, terrified, happy, sad, tired, worried, overjoyed, panicked, giddy, scared, you name it, we've had it. But as always the number one way we feel is....tired.
I honestly forgot how bone achingly tired the belly gets during the early weeks. Like a being at a party were somebody is doing shots and being the life of the party and we you look away for a minute only to look back and they're-passed-out-on-top-of-the-table tired. No matter, a good nap and the belly rebounds quite nicely.
Let's see, what else???? Ah yes, the brain drain.
In my experience, the amount of time the belly spends in a state of worry allows just enough time for her brain to process breathing, and maybe finding a place to lay down and that's it. To say the belly is distracted is like calling the Grand Canyon a "cute little ravine". So far, by my count I have asked the belly "what are you doing?' exactly the same number of times I have immediately regretted asking the belly "what are you doing?" Listen, let's level with one another, if I mysteriously disappear one day, don't bother looking...I did it to myself.
Now normally the belly is a fully self-sufficient creature but when in the state of bellyhood, all that crap goes out the window. For example every time we leave, we now play a little game I like to call "shit, I forgot (fill in the blank) we have to go back to the house!" And, just to keep things interesting, if we don't play that game, we play "GOD DAMN IT! I LEFT MY PHONE!!!!!!........oh wait, here it is"
The key strategy in these games is to wait until it is nice, calm, and quiet before yelling the catchphrase at the top of your lungs in order to give me a heart attack. I guess that's what makes these games so much fun.....
If we are going to keep score again this time around, I think the belly is so far ahead already, I will never catch up.
