Tuesday, May 5, 2009

The Name of This Blog Makes Sense

I'm pregnant. Heh.

Looks like it's about seven or eight weeks--I haven't had my first prenatal visit yet or anything. We found out, and we went to Hawaii to tell my family. Heh.

Doing a little mental math and making use of a handy internet calculator, I think we're looking at December 19th. Which is right around the time my sister-in-law, Kate, is due. Heh.

I feel...many things. Very excited, deeply anxious, horribly nauseous, somewhat scared, and generally happy. For the first couple of days after we found out, it was all I could think about. "There's a baby over there." "I'm pregnant." "What should I have for breakfast?" "I'm pregnant." "I'm tying my shoes now...because I'm pregnant." I'm a little calmer now--it only takes up, say, 75% of my brain space.

We told the kids last night. They've named the baby "Roo" for now. So freaking cute. This morning as we were going to school, I got a goodbye from RockNoodle, and Roo did too. Toaster wants a brother he can hang out with, and I'm all, it's going to be a looooong time before any hanging out will be happening between you guys. Oddly, I don't care that much. I thought I would--I've had this very firm desire for a girl for, oh, ever. But now it just doesn't seem to matter.

And there is Roo. Not much to see yet, obviously. I'm wearing my cute new jeans today--figure I might as well wear them while I still can.

The visit to Hawaii was awesome. Nothing like being able to take it easy for the week you realize why you've been needing to take it easy so much lately. I napped, I threw up, I napped some more, and I usually went to bed at around 9:30. What are you gonna do.

It was also a trial by fire. Damn. Talk about going cold turkey right away--on that trip, all of my favorite things were paraded in front of me, as I was forced to wave them away. Coffee, martinis, delicious Hawaiian beer, sushi, poke, wonderful cheeses, everything that is good to eat that I can't eat. Good grief.

That there is ginger beer. My Dad has Mehana Pale Ale. So unfair.

On the other hand, the ginger beer was sort of necessary. As was Ak-Mak.

Ak-Mak is my friend. We have kind of love-hate relationship at this point, in that the sight of them when I'm not nauseous fills me with pure loathing, but when I am sick--ah, Ak-Mak. You're such a dear.

And now I have to go pee.


Jodi Meadows said...

Woo! Congratulations! Hello, little Roo!

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Vanessa said...

Congratulations, Nikki!

irishcream06 said...

that's wonderful news!!! you better get knitting some more baby stuff!

Alex said...

CONGRATS!!!!!!! :)

Vicki Suan said...

ooh, Ak-Mak was my friend too, as well as cucumbers and Jicama. those are the only ones I can keep down. Congratulations!