I don’t think there will come a day (no matter how old I get … or for that matter, no matter how many children I have) … that I won’t be the slightest bit sad at the conclusion of Christmas day. Obviously, the holidays bring with them a considerable amount of work & pressure – buying the perfect gifts for all of those special people in your life (and then some), then wrapping those gifts with just the right wrapping paper and festive bow to match, and keeping up with all of the holiday social gatherings (and in my recent case, while feeling rather bloated, nauseated, and fatigued … without giving away the reason as to why). But again, even with all of that, the months of November and December remain quite certainly my favorite time of the year and after the last gift is opened and festive dessert is eaten … I always feel nostalgic.
The end of this holiday season, however, makes us that much closer to a new chapter that begins this July. And as previously posted, my husband and I were able to take advantage of the family gatherings at Christmas to share our own holiday gift that “is in the process of being made.”
Sharing the news with family and friends (and seeing their surprised & exhilerated reactions) is one of those moments that makes it feel that much more real. And at the same time … thankful that our baby-to-be will certainly be loved.
Undoubtably, one of the hardest parts since finding out our life-changing news has been keeping it secret. For one, I have never been one with a talent for keeping information hush-hush. I can’t help it … I get super anxious, exhilerated, and pretty much feel like I could burst (with even the smallest of news, such as my mom’s upcoming Christmas present from my dad). So obviously, the news of an upcoming bundle of joy is one that I would pretty much like to shout from the rooftops … or at the very least, post onto facebook much like when I got engaged.
But as I have learned since becoming “with-child”, seeing the positive line after peeing on a stick doesn’t necassarily mean to start alerting the presses. In fact, most doctors and baby books suggest to “patiently” wait until at least 10 weeks, or even better, the start of the second trimester.
So in an effort to “play by the rules” … Mr. BB & I have (kind of) done just that.
We waited a week to tell our good friends (story to come), another week to tell our families (second story to come), and since have only shared our special surprise with a few co-workers/friends here & there.
And as the ten week mark approaches this weekend, we are preparing to bring our joy to some more of our family on the appropriate occastion of Christmas.
I can’t think of a better gift for the season.
Fa-la-la … la-la. 🙂
As I previously posted, Mr. BB & I are pretty much walking on air after being awarded with our future baby’s first portrait yesterday. In fact, we were wondering if we showed BACK up at the doctor’s office today, if they would let us go through the experience all over again. (Do you think that’s a normal request? It was my husband’s idea … not mine!).
So of course, even though very few people at my school know about the number one thing on my mind these days … I slipped the ultrasound photo into my bag this morning, just so that it would be close to me as I made it though another school day. And when I did reveal the photo with a confidante/fellow teacher sometime during my second block this morning, she shared an old wives tale that I thought I would share with you …
Although our baby’s first photo is hardly clear & concise (but still precious all the same), at our appointment, one significant point certainly was. And I couldn’t have been more ecstatic about it … to see a strong, rather fast, heartbeat staring back at Mr. BB and I. We discussed how intense the heart beat was until the later hours of last night (not that we are used to seeing them!) and predicted that it’s cause was the hyperactivity of my own husband, who had likely passed on that trait to our future child.
When I shared this report with my co-worker, she explained that this was the sign of a … girl to come. And of course, immediately after I turned to Google to test it’s validity. Sure enough, the Old Wives Tale exhists, and clearly states that a faster heart beat is connected to a future in pink rather than blue.
Truly, I am more than content with a healthy baby … but it’s all in the fun of guessing.
I am sure it won’t be the last prediction for one gender or the other.