Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Hamburgers and Turtles

Well, the Baby is officially three weeks (and one day) old. We are past the 21 day return policy, so looks like we're stuck with her. She has been awake the longest she has ever been and seems to be aware of our voices, which is nice. It still hasn't really sunk in that we are parents. It feels like it was only yesterday that the Wifey was gulping down jello shots and passing out in bar bathrooms. We've established a little routine already in the mornings. The Wifey will feed the Baby, then she wakes me up and hands the Baby go me and we hang out while the Wifey goes back to bed. I usually let the Baby get her 'tummy time' in the morning or I let her stare at the ceiling fan. I never really thought I would find something that I would love more than my Dallas Cowboys. Seriously, my list of loves is as followed: the Baby, Dallas Cowboys, food, and the Wifey. Now, if the Wifey could cook she would take over the 3 spot but I think she's comfortable at #4. Since the Baby hasn't really done anything new, I think it would be nice to reflect on the pregnancy itself.

The Wifey and I seem to either be old fashioned or straight up hippie when it came to this baby. We opted not to find out the gender, the Wifey opted not to use any drugs of any sort, and we really kept the pregnancy as down low as possible. We figured with the great advances in modern medicine, there weren't that many surprises in store for new parents. So with the few things that we could control, we wanted to take advantage of it.

The main one being the baby's gender. Obviously it is much easier for friends and family to know the gender because they actually have direction to shop. Our family believes that we knew the Baby was a girl all along. And to be honest, we had no idea. The sonogram guy (sonogrammer? sonographer?) did a really good job of avoiding the defining area. Sonograms are hard to decipher in the first place but the rule of thumb is simple: if you see a hamburger bun, it's a girl. If you see a turtle, it's a boy. We had two sonograms and we both saw two different things. Plus, the Wifey kept dreaming about a little boy. I guess it's safe to say that the lady went to war while the man stayed home. Kinda like Mulan. In the end, all the waiting finally paid off when I told the Wifey we had a beautiful daughter.

1 comment:

  1. You are so funny! Glad I stumbled upon your blog. Congrats to you and your wife on your precious baby girl!