Because I care, here are some baby/pregnancy questions that I thought I’d answer (also, today the snowstorm that has been blasting DC all weekend has turned its attention toward Boston and school let out at noon today, so I have some time. Tomorrow is predicted to be a snow day).
Getting pregnant has not changed the basic way I function; namely, approximately ten minutes after I took the pregnancy test and it came up positive, I walked down to the parking lot and tossed the test and the box into the dumpster. (No picture was taken of the test either).
Tomorrow, I’ll be eighteen weeks along, so yes, we kept it a secret for a long time. I didn’t really intend to keep it secret for that long, but when we went in at 11 weeks, they didn’t even try to find a heartbeat, so I wanted to wait until we’d actually heard one which didn’t happen until the 16 week mark.
And, and in all honesty, most major announcements are very easy for me to keep secret. I am horribly awkward at making announcements like that, and it’s much easier for me just to say nothing. The few people I did tell before last week made my heart pound and I wanted to throw up. Yes, I really am that socially awkward.
Now that I’m nearly half-way along, I feel fine. I did have about five lousy weeks between Thanksgiving and New Years, but even that wasn’t horrible and when I think about what people like Kayla and Kristi go through, I have no room to talk at all. Happily, Bart was out of town for much of it, and I could just eat cereal three times a day and go to bed early without feeling bad.
I’m just barely starting to show, but more in a “hmm, a few too many Valentine’s candies?” kind of way, rather than a “whoa, hello, baby” sort of way. And even so, I don’t think anyone would even think to ask yet, which is nice, because I have many months of school to go where I need to continue wearing dress clothing. I know many first-time moms are anxious to start showing, but I’ll take all the time I can get still wearing my regular stuff.
Merrick and I are due fairly close together – in fact, she’s 3 months to the day ahead of me. But that is happy coincidence, not the result of any kind of coordination. A few people have asked if I mind that she’s having the first grandbaby, when I’m the oldest, but frankly, I feel nothing but relief that she’s first; I am happy to not have the (all-in-my-head, I’m sure) pressure of being the very first, and I was glad our announcement was a little more low-key due to not being the first of its kind. Also, Merrick has been delightfully excited for us, rather than annoyed that we’re sharing in her spotlight (or if she has felt that way, she’s been insanely good at covering it up).
We do plan to find out the sex of the baby, and we’ve talked extensively about names for the last four and a half years. Happily, we both like the same kinds of names, although actual names themselves are far more difficult to settle on. I refuse to consider anything that has been in the top 1000 names in the Social Security database for the last 100 years, which makes things tricky, and Bart won’t agree to any names that begin with the same letter as our last name (which is tragic, since I have not one, but TWO fabulous heartbreakingly awesome names that start with that letter that got an immediate kibosh). I won’t, however, be using any of our kids names on the blog. But you can rest assured that none of our children will be named “Bart” or “Janssen,” because I do not believe in naming children after your own self.
And the question that amused me the most: “Was this planned?” Yes. But even if it wasn’t, I would never tell you so. But seriously, we’ve been married for close to five years, I’m 24 and Bart is almost 30, we’ve both completed master’s degrees, and we have stable jobs. It’s not like we’re both 18 and just got back from our honeymoon. I wonder if this question is just because I have not alluded to planning to get pregnant at all either online or in person.
This is very long. I am not blessed with the gift of brevity.