Preggers

We just found out that we're pregnant. That was pretty trippy. We took a test a couple of weeks ago and got a "false negative," so we had kind of given up some hope. But there were definitely signs that it might actually be happening still - especially during the last couple of days: the pregnant one has been really tired lately, sleeping all the time, and complaining about feeling a little "off" in the mornings. Suspecting that she might be pregnant, she gave up coffee a few days ago too, which has made her Extra edgy and moody.

Finally yesterday we confirmed the pregnancy by taking a one-step test from CVS. As soon as that wand hit the urine, the indicator on the test just instantly turned dark, revealing that the HcG hormones are definitely surging.

After we found out, we spent all day yesterday and this morning thinking about what kind of parents we think we might be. We calculated that it will be 2024 by the time this Thing has grown up and is old enough to start learning how to drive. We also decided that, although we'd like the kid to go to Stanford (chuckle) some day (because Stanford has some amazing new financial aid packages for struggling families like us), we want to prioritize raising a kid that is respectful, honest, and knows how to laugh well. Pops (aka Scotto-san) wants the kid to learn how to play the piano so that it can entertain him. I want the kid to learn some foreign languages so it can learn how to think in a variety of different ways. Oooh, an alternative thinker!

We also figured out that we have 8 more months together to be alone and enjoy each other's company...

Anyway, it is definitely difficult not to get ahead of ourselves. We know that the next three months (first trimester) is pretty risky, and that a relatively large number of pregnancies end in miscarriages during this time. We really (obviously) have a our fingers crossed... It is hard not telling people yet that we're expecting ... but I guess we'll have to wait another 8 weeks at least...

It's funny how time has almost stopped all of a sudden. The last three weeks have seemed interminable, waiting to be able to pee on a monitor again to see if we're pregnant yet. Now we wait 8-10 more weeks to tell our friends and family... Then another long 6 months praying for the baby to be healthy...

This picture is a baby - well, an embryo, really - at 7 weeks. So we have a ways to go to reach this size yet (especially considering how time has seemed to stop lately). We have determined that now - at around four weeks old - our little bugger is about the size of a pin head, and THAT is old enough for it to have a beating heart and spine already. Apparently it also has "little nubs" for hands and feet. According to some of the web sites, at 4 weeks into the pregnancy, the little baby's heart IS already beating, so any amount of coffee in its system makes its heart rate sky rocket - Snarl (I'm already feeling like yelling at this kid!). (JK)

Signing off, Scotto-san (pops), Mom, and the little blastocyst in the oven.