What You’ve Heard Is True

Mr. Cookie and I are going to be parents.  A funny story.

When we were in Costa Rica a few months back, I kept having to wake up at night to pee.  So, even though it was a little early, I decided to test.  After all, we were planning on doing some pregnancy unsafe things (swim up bar, anyone?).  I had originally had a big plan about how I would eventually tell Mr. Cookie he was going to be a dad.  I had purchased a blue and orange onesie that said “Daddy’s All Star” on it since blue and orange were our wedding colors and I’m pretty sure, girl or boy, that their dad’s love of sports will be infectious.  I had planned that I would give him the onesie and the test (although, let’s be honest… that’s considered by some to be a little gross and I was on the fence).  Instead, I woke him up at about 4:30am by running into the room and shrieking “wake up, you’re going to be a daddy!!!” all the while waving the test around in the style of a raving lunatic.  He did wake up, but the line was so faint he claimed he couldn’t see it (then later said he did but he really doubted it because it was so faint). I may have spent the rest of the day shoving the test in his face and saying things like “you know you can see it!  There IS a line there!”  I’m a big bully.

For two days, that man refused to play along with me.  I’d say “man, I’m feeling really bloated.  If this is what pregnancy is like, then it’s totally lame” and he would counter with “IF you’re pregnant.  We’ll see in two days.”  I tried to summon tears of hurt and anger on a couple occasions, but alas the hormones weren’t strong enough yet!  How uncooperative.  Besides, it’s so typical of Mr. Cookie that I couldn’t help finding it mildly amusing while at the same time feeling a little frustrated.

Two days later, armed with a darker positive, he finally conceded and went into papa bear mode.  Since the baby is not yet here to protect independently, he has become fiercely defensive of me instead.  Mildly annoying, largely endearing.  Something tells me to enjoy it because after this baby comes, I am going to be second fiddle.  I kid, I kid…

I have a few posts up already which were, up until now, just drafts.  You can find them by clicking on the “Pregnancy” tag or the “Stowaway” tag.  Or, you can just scroll back through.  I haven’t been posting so much lately that it’ll be a huge chore.  Happy reading, friends!

Oh!  Some frequently asked questions:

Due Date:  April 21, 2012

Gender:  not finding out (and a little too early, anyway)

Birth plan:  with a midwife, at Mt. Auburn

Cravings:  none.  Lots of aversions, though!

Symptoms:  exhaustion, morning sickness, my body rebelling against the medical establishment

Work:  I will be off starting at April vacation and will go back in the fall (baby willing)


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