It's a Boy! But now what? The instinctive response I seem to get from everyone when you tell them that you know the sex of your baby seems to be,"that's great, now you can decorate the baby room!"
It seemed like it would be an easy task when it was all in theory....Christine and I must have looked at a thousand pictures of baby rooms, each of us certain of what we liked.....now its crunch time and we have not a clue!
Do we need a baby room consultant? I mean it seems that there are consultants for everything these days, why not someone to come into our house to show us some spreadsheets and charts and graphs all in a nice PowerPoint presentation. Do they have the stats on what will affect my boy's life? If I decorate the room with a sports theme, will I have a little athlete, or if I put too many cuddly animals in there will he be in the band? It is so much easier to make decisions at work when you are playing with house money and these crazy consultants are showing you every statistic man has ever thought of to prove their point.
But this is "my house" money and these are the first decisions of my child's life....this is serious shit and I am freaking out a little bit thinking about it. Do I put in a bunch of impressionist paintings, pump in classical music and hope that my boy can appreciate the arts? Do I let the boy listen to classic rock from day one so that he appreciates Zeppelin and AC/DC the way his dad does?
So many decisions....color, decorations, furniture, theme.....it really is a bit overwhelming. The only good thing is that there is no shortage of advice from friends and family....I guess they are my consultants....just without the charts and graphs! This will all be fun, I know it will. The kind folks and Disney, Baby Einstein, etc. have already done so much of the legwork for us...HAH!
Just wait till we start the Name game!
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Life Is Just So Cool
So today we went to an imaging center to get the sonogram of our baby.........the place was pretty ghetto and smelled of feet when we went into the building but we were able to get by it knowing that we would see the sex of our baby today.
Doctors offices always fascinate me....its the people watching. The first person we saw looked like a six month pregnant Alanis Morissette. Although I think that Alanis might carry her baby supplies in something slightly more fashionable than a ripped CVS bag. Then there is the guy who brought his laptop to do work while waiting....not a bad idea, but seriously, talk about an over inflated sense of corporate value.......I can already hear this dork bragging back at his office how he was even working during his wife's sonogram. I am certain that his wife was soooo happy about this behavior (lessons I am slowly learning)
Strange people aside, the most annoying part of the morning was that they tell Christine to drink 32 ounces of water an hour before the appointment and not go pee. Well if anyone has been around 5-month pregnant woman they could not hold a pee for an hour on 2 ounces of water, let alone a whole quart. So as my wife is ready to kill me because I am telling her to deal with the pain it won't be long (a big mistake by the way), the nurse notices her discomfort and tells her that is fine to go pee and then just drink more water..........so what is the point of telling her to drink the water in the first place? As my Pops would have said, those instructions were about as useless as tits on a boar!
But back to my behavior.....I now have two strikes against me in doctor's offices......the first one came when I answered the phone in the exam room wating for the doctor a couple of months ago. I didn't realize that sitting in a waiting room means that you are only allowed to wait, and talk to your wife....no phone calls, no emails, no brickbreaker, no nothing.....but you are allowed to read the pregnancy magazines. Now this strike came when apparently my wife was in great deal of discomfort, which I should have noticed from the "Monica vein" in her forehead......lesson to all husbands....sit back, hold her hand, and shut your damned mouth, because when a pregnant woman has to pee and is not allowed to and she says to leave her alone.....she is deadly serious!!
Well once she got to pee things were instantly better as we were whisked away to the sonogram room by the sweet little nurse who reminded me a bit of an aged Shirley Partridge....."Come on Everyone there's a song will be singin'.....we'll make make you happy..."
Anyway we walk into the room and the she sits at her post and has more controls and gadgets in front of her than Mr. Sulu. Now for the cool part.....the sonograms that they do these days are in 3D, not the cheesy red lens blue lens glasses 3D but real 3D imagery...I mean we could see the baby's face and it was so cool...it was like it was looking right at me.
We saw the face and the arms, and the fingers, and the legs, and the feet and toes.............and then, we saw it......the little appendage that we were looking for...and that made it official....it's a boy!!! The best Valentine's Day present ever.....my wife is carrying my healthy son....a boy to carry on the family name.
Of course happiness can sometimes be bittersweet. As elated as I first felt, I also felt a bit of sadness that my father would not be here to see his first grandson. But maybe it is all by design and the good lord sent a little bit of his spirit back down to earth in our child. We can only hope.
What...you want to see pictures...no problem...I would not want to keep the coolest thing I have ever seen to myself.
Doctors offices always fascinate me....its the people watching. The first person we saw looked like a six month pregnant Alanis Morissette. Although I think that Alanis might carry her baby supplies in something slightly more fashionable than a ripped CVS bag. Then there is the guy who brought his laptop to do work while waiting....not a bad idea, but seriously, talk about an over inflated sense of corporate value.......I can already hear this dork bragging back at his office how he was even working during his wife's sonogram. I am certain that his wife was soooo happy about this behavior (lessons I am slowly learning)
Strange people aside, the most annoying part of the morning was that they tell Christine to drink 32 ounces of water an hour before the appointment and not go pee. Well if anyone has been around 5-month pregnant woman they could not hold a pee for an hour on 2 ounces of water, let alone a whole quart. So as my wife is ready to kill me because I am telling her to deal with the pain it won't be long (a big mistake by the way), the nurse notices her discomfort and tells her that is fine to go pee and then just drink more water..........so what is the point of telling her to drink the water in the first place? As my Pops would have said, those instructions were about as useless as tits on a boar!
But back to my behavior.....I now have two strikes against me in doctor's offices......the first one came when I answered the phone in the exam room wating for the doctor a couple of months ago. I didn't realize that sitting in a waiting room means that you are only allowed to wait, and talk to your wife....no phone calls, no emails, no brickbreaker, no nothing.....but you are allowed to read the pregnancy magazines. Now this strike came when apparently my wife was in great deal of discomfort, which I should have noticed from the "Monica vein" in her forehead......lesson to all husbands....sit back, hold her hand, and shut your damned mouth, because when a pregnant woman has to pee and is not allowed to and she says to leave her alone.....she is deadly serious!!
Well once she got to pee things were instantly better as we were whisked away to the sonogram room by the sweet little nurse who reminded me a bit of an aged Shirley Partridge....."Come on Everyone there's a song will be singin'.....we'll make make you happy..."
Anyway we walk into the room and the she sits at her post and has more controls and gadgets in front of her than Mr. Sulu. Now for the cool part.....the sonograms that they do these days are in 3D, not the cheesy red lens blue lens glasses 3D but real 3D imagery...I mean we could see the baby's face and it was so cool...it was like it was looking right at me.
We saw the face and the arms, and the fingers, and the legs, and the feet and toes.............and then, we saw it......the little appendage that we were looking for...and that made it official....it's a boy!!! The best Valentine's Day present ever.....my wife is carrying my healthy son....a boy to carry on the family name.
Of course happiness can sometimes be bittersweet. As elated as I first felt, I also felt a bit of sadness that my father would not be here to see his first grandson. But maybe it is all by design and the good lord sent a little bit of his spirit back down to earth in our child. We can only hope.
What...you want to see pictures...no problem...I would not want to keep the coolest thing I have ever seen to myself.
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