I am going to be a father!
Megan is Preggers! Of course you don't just tell everyone as soon as you find out, so while we were keeping this secret for some time I was writing some thoughts down; and I thought you might enjoy them in their original diary-ish format. Here's a teaser. I haven't decided if I'll post the rest at once or in chunks…
March 31
A few days ago, we found out that Megan is pregnant!
We've been trying for months now and to be honest, we were just starting to get discouraged. We even considered intentionally "blocking" for a month or two to avoid a Christmas baby. She was probably pregnant when we had those discussions. How's that for irony?
It's funny how you feel when you find out. When we got married, people asked if we felt different. "Not really," we'd reply, "we're still the same people, living the same life. It's just a piece of paper." This time, it's not just a piece of paper, but it still feels kind of surreal. I think part of me is trying not to get my hopes too high, or set myself up for disappointment (miscarriage), which at this point is still a possibility, however remote. I'm actually so worried about this that whenever we're apart (like when I'm at work) and my phone rings, my heart races a little bit. And if I see that it's Megan calling? Can you say miniature panic attack?
But so far, we've been lucky and haven't had any negative signs or symptoms. The hardest part so far has been keeping the secret. This isn't news we plan on spreading via the phone or — obviously, the blog — so right now we're in the process of organizing times to get together with the people we want to tell in person. Mom thinks she's really busy with school work? Trust me Mom, you really want us to come down to celebrate our birthdays this weekend.
Most of all, we're just happy.
We've got our first doctor appointment booked, and it's all downhill from here.
Here we go!
Funny things, Names.
The obvious one to point out is my own. By birth, Jason; and later, by choice (well, sort of) Adam. The way
my Mum tells it, people often mistakenly think she has 4 children, because in stories from before the switch she refers to me by my then-name Jason, and in stories post-switch, by Adam. My brother Justin was nearly Joshua — changed at the last minute at the insistence of yours truly. My brothers and I all have the same initials: J—A—T, entirely intentionally, and — again, according to my Mum, and with the benefit of hindsight — not something anyone should
ever do.
Megan doesn't have a particularly interesting story regarding her name — or if she does, she doesn't tell it. There's that one story about how she now
has 3 names, and her identity was once stolen, but other than that, it's pretty drama-free. Around here, I call her "Peanut" which, believe it or not, I pilfered from an episode of CSI. (It was the name that CSI Nick Stokes called supervisory CSI Gil Grissom over the phone as an Internal Affairs agent walked by, so as not to raise suspicion that he was actually speaking with Grissom, who had been suspended.)
Moxie gets called Poodle — short for Poodle Pup (dont ask me), wiggle-butt for what I hope are obvious reasons, and thump-thump because every animal needs an onomatopoeia as a name. Ollie goes by Squeaker or Squeaky (his onomatopoeia), and these days, rotten and a host of its synonyms, some more vulgar than others. (Do all cats have bipolar disorder?)
With so much name drama, we had to be sure. You can't just name your baby anything. So we thought long and hard, eventually the obvious answer came to light, and a name was chosen: "
Nublet."
It's just a fetal nickname, so that everyone has something to call it, other than, "it." We don't know the sex yet, but once we do, we'll decide on a real name. We haven't decided whether or not we'll share that yet, but we will definitely share the sex, and you can call it Nublet until you know otherwise. :)
So yeah, Megan's Preggers!
