So I guess it started when I found out I was pregnant... In nursing school they tell you there is no "kinda" pregnant. Ha! One morning, per my monthly ritual, I am peeing on a stick, the next second I am yelling at my husband. Did he see the same faint pink line I did? When he wasn't sure if he saw a line or not I officially became "kinda" pregnant. The next morning (because you have to use morning pee of course) was still some more of the same thing... a faint line... although it did seem more there than it did the day before... or was that just my imagination? Well, my hubby stepped up and got a more fancy tester, a digital one. Once you pee on it there is a simple, "pregnant" or "not pregnant". So on day three, December 5th, we both got up at 7:00am (I couldn't sleep and I had to pee!) and once the stick had been anointed, we sat and waited. The directions said to wait 2 minutes, but I read ahead and saw that an answer could appear as soon as 1 minute. So I sat staring at the stick while my husband stared at the clock. 30 seconds went by and the PREGNANT sign flashed! At which point I look at my husband and say "Congratulations, Daddy!" My husbands reaction was to jump up and yell "YES!!" Only then to look at me and say "Okay, I am going back to bed."
Oh what a ride this will be... I am going to be a father. There are only two occasions these days that the term "father" is used instead of "dad": the nine months that your partner is pregnant and when typing "Father's Day gift" into a Google search in June. I can tell you that I am genuinely excited to be a dad, though I'll also tell you that I'm pretty damned scared about quite a few things. Will we be able to afford raising a child, bills, student loans? Am I going to drop the baby or hold it incorrectly? Is operating a breast pump a one or two person job?
We decided to create this blog because this is a first for us and we have little idea of what we are really doing. We rely on the sage advice of our parents (minus my dad's occasional odd suggestion), baby books by authors with various credentials, and our combined intellect and common sense. We are recording (and sharing with friends) our thoughts, feelings, and discoveries because looking back years down the road our experiences and mishaps will be pretty damn funny. Perhaps we will come away with enough knowledge to fill our own book on having a baby, but I think we'd both settle with having a happy and healthy baby.
Happy New Year,
J & M Pots
