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Okay. So. I have a very good reason for not updating with anything substantial in over two weeks. And now that I've spent almost an hour on the phone with my parents, I figure I don't have much of an excuse for keeping my mouth shut, even though it's still early, because it's proving to be a lot harder than I expected. Those of you I've talked to on AIM in the last week or two? Ten times harder, even.
I am seven weeks pregnant.
I chatted with Mom on the phone for a few minutes, then asked her since Dad's already accidentally dubbed himself 'Grampy', has she thought about what she'd prefer to be called? Several seconds of dead silence, and I point out that she probably ought to start thinking about that. Soonish. Insert maternal freakout here, in which I finally had to explicitly state, 'Yes, Mom, I am pregnant.'
She started crying and had to hand the phone to my poor father. He laughed, and said she just threw the phone at him and sobbed, 'She's pregnant! And 2000 miles away!' (They were good tears, at least, with the exception of the '2000 miles away' part, heh.) As soon as she calmed down, Dad put her back on the phone, and I gave her a full rundown: we found out two weeks ago, had a miscarriage scare just before Dom left for Brazil, hasty doctor's appointment and ultrasound that confirmed that all is still well -- we even have a tiny, rapid heartbeat, so I feel a little bit better, even if it's still very early. I'll feel lots better after I hit 12 weeks and the chances for miscarriage drop, but heartbeat = comforting. And Dom got back today, so he'll be here for my first prenatal appointment next week, even if he had to miss the spur-of-the-moment ultrasound.
Dom called his mother before I got home from work, and she apparently had a very similar reaction to his sister: five seconds of dead silence, and then she let out a yell, hehehe. (Apparently his sister's roommate thought the apartment was on fire or something.) Both mothers wanted to know when we were moving back to NC, as expected! I did, in fact, point out that Canada does have doctors and hospitals and OB/GYNs and everything, and that was the entire point of finding a good doctor up here this past winter/spring. Which led to 'you should have warned me!', *lol*.
And like I said, it's still really, really early -- anything can happen, although I'm hoping for the best. I'm already on vitamins and supplements and NO alcohol and as little caffeine as I can manage, and walking to and from work everyday to get some exercise. Everyone keep your fingers crossed for us.
...A day early, but happy birthday, Mom -- how's 'Grammy' sound?
I am seven weeks pregnant.
I chatted with Mom on the phone for a few minutes, then asked her since Dad's already accidentally dubbed himself 'Grampy', has she thought about what she'd prefer to be called? Several seconds of dead silence, and I point out that she probably ought to start thinking about that. Soonish. Insert maternal freakout here, in which I finally had to explicitly state, 'Yes, Mom, I am pregnant.'
She started crying and had to hand the phone to my poor father. He laughed, and said she just threw the phone at him and sobbed, 'She's pregnant! And 2000 miles away!' (They were good tears, at least, with the exception of the '2000 miles away' part, heh.) As soon as she calmed down, Dad put her back on the phone, and I gave her a full rundown: we found out two weeks ago, had a miscarriage scare just before Dom left for Brazil, hasty doctor's appointment and ultrasound that confirmed that all is still well -- we even have a tiny, rapid heartbeat, so I feel a little bit better, even if it's still very early. I'll feel lots better after I hit 12 weeks and the chances for miscarriage drop, but heartbeat = comforting. And Dom got back today, so he'll be here for my first prenatal appointment next week, even if he had to miss the spur-of-the-moment ultrasound.
Dom called his mother before I got home from work, and she apparently had a very similar reaction to his sister: five seconds of dead silence, and then she let out a yell, hehehe. (Apparently his sister's roommate thought the apartment was on fire or something.) Both mothers wanted to know when we were moving back to NC, as expected! I did, in fact, point out that Canada does have doctors and hospitals and OB/GYNs and everything, and that was the entire point of finding a good doctor up here this past winter/spring. Which led to 'you should have warned me!', *lol*.
And like I said, it's still really, really early -- anything can happen, although I'm hoping for the best. I'm already on vitamins and supplements and NO alcohol and as little caffeine as I can manage, and walking to and from work everyday to get some exercise. Everyone keep your fingers crossed for us.
...A day early, but happy birthday, Mom -- how's 'Grammy' sound?