Living with a secret this big, but yet so little, was exciting and hard. To make keeping the secrete easier we had to avoid our friends. They’re the deactivate type: they would notice if I didn’t have a drink or went home early. Added with the issue of food (the discussion of some foods repulsed me and heaven forbid someone order the fish or Mac’n Cheese, or pizza, or a burger, among other things and I vomit from the smell)—it was just easier to “be busy” when friends called. Michael and I wanted to wait until our first real doctor appointment (the first visit in November with the Midwife did not count; it was just a really expensive pee-on-a-stick visit with a “yup, your pregnant. See you in six weeks.”) to tell anyone, but decided that we would tell our parents at Christmas since my mom was coming home from Virginia.
So, up to Bronner’s we went. We decided to have Christmas ornaments made with “Grandma and Grandpa 2009…” on them. A nice young lady by the name of Holly waited on us at the counter. We picked out the large, red, shiny bulbs with a smile. Then, Holly asked us what we would like to have written on them and Michael and I looked at each other, wide-eyed and smiling. “Grandma and Grandpa 2009…” said Michael; I gave a nervous giggle and started to cry. Holly looked at me kind of confused. Michael told her that we were pregnant and she was the first person we told! She seemed excited for us, and yes a bit shocked. So weird, for the next four weeks the only people in the entire world that knew we were pregnant were Michael and I and our new friend Holly! Little does Holly know that we will always remember her!
Our Christmas gifts to our parents were a huge hit! My parents are first time Grand Parents, this will make number six for Michael’s parents, but I think they are all VERY excited!
February 24, 2009
February 04, 2009
Our latest Journey
Well, as you can tell by the blog description Michael and I have entered the world of being pregnant. Actually, I'm pregnant and he is an innocent bystander. So here it goes--how it went down.
Early last year, random talk of starting a family started to occur. To my surprise, I found Michael asking questions about what I thought it would be like when we had kids, how many I thought we would have, if I wanted boys or girls, etc. I answered them with a giggle and would ask in return what he was thinking of the topic. Sooner than later, we discussed "trying" (I quickly found out that Michael HATES the "we're trying" phrase) and decided that we wouldn't "try" nor "avoid". So be it.
Fast forward to November (I don't think you need to know any details of what happened before this point...you're all adults). By this point I had been taking my temp. (on the days I remembered to or even felt like waking up at the crack of dawn to stick a thermometer in my mouth then lay perfectly still and relax without falling back to sleep) to help figure out when I usually ovulated. Lets say that I was not as diligent as one should be when seriously trying to figure out ones cycle--I was lazy that month and had missed a day here, three days there. Thanksgiving morning I realized that my temp had "spiked" and held for the last four days....hummmm. I told Michael that I was going to pee on a stick. He was half asleep, and not very optimistic due to the repeated negative results we had had in the past, and gave me a "sure, go for it". Into the bathroom I went.
To those of you who have never had the pleasure of peeing on a stick, yes it is a little weird and yes you feel like a fool. Pee, pee, pee, pee, pee, cap and set down. "Really? Was that a little bit of a pink line? No, can't be that fast. Keliann, put your contacts in you fool!" Waiting is probably the hardest and weirdest part. Part of you wants to get excited, part of you is realistic and not getting your hopes up. "Brush your teeth because you got time to kill....." Then I decided I should go get Michael, just in case. After some coaxing, MJ got up and came in the bathroom to look. Yes, I made him look first. "SHUT UP!" "SHUT UP" For the next three minutes or so Michael continues to shout "shut up", wide eyed and fully awake at this point. I just laugh while trying to figure out if it is a happy "shut up" or an oh-sh*t "shut up" (I truly believe it was 95% happy, 5% oh-sh*t).
Michael slowly backed off the "shut ups" and asked me to pee on another one. Funny, that was the last one of the three pack. So, MJ states he is going to Rite Aid, but wait, it is Thanksgiving morning. Nothing is open this early except maybe the corner gas station and are YOU going to trust the test that is inside that dusty box? Not worth my $15. Since we were hosting dinner for 21 people that day our to do list was long and the day quickly passed. Before we knew it, our family started to arrive and the turkey needed to come out of the oven. We never made it to the store for the second (and maybe third) test. All day we smiled at our "little" secret and didn't tell a soul. Not even as my sister and Dara start questioning me about when MJ and I were going to have kids. He he he, little did they know!
Here is our 2nd annual family Turkey Day photo. Mom, you're on the phone and our "little" secret is in there too!
Needless to say, it was a perfect Thanksgiving!
Early last year, random talk of starting a family started to occur. To my surprise, I found Michael asking questions about what I thought it would be like when we had kids, how many I thought we would have, if I wanted boys or girls, etc. I answered them with a giggle and would ask in return what he was thinking of the topic. Sooner than later, we discussed "trying" (I quickly found out that Michael HATES the "we're trying" phrase) and decided that we wouldn't "try" nor "avoid". So be it.
Fast forward to November (I don't think you need to know any details of what happened before this point...you're all adults). By this point I had been taking my temp. (on the days I remembered to or even felt like waking up at the crack of dawn to stick a thermometer in my mouth then lay perfectly still and relax without falling back to sleep) to help figure out when I usually ovulated. Lets say that I was not as diligent as one should be when seriously trying to figure out ones cycle--I was lazy that month and had missed a day here, three days there. Thanksgiving morning I realized that my temp had "spiked" and held for the last four days....hummmm. I told Michael that I was going to pee on a stick. He was half asleep, and not very optimistic due to the repeated negative results we had had in the past, and gave me a "sure, go for it". Into the bathroom I went.
To those of you who have never had the pleasure of peeing on a stick, yes it is a little weird and yes you feel like a fool. Pee, pee, pee, pee, pee, cap and set down. "Really? Was that a little bit of a pink line? No, can't be that fast. Keliann, put your contacts in you fool!" Waiting is probably the hardest and weirdest part. Part of you wants to get excited, part of you is realistic and not getting your hopes up. "Brush your teeth because you got time to kill....." Then I decided I should go get Michael, just in case. After some coaxing, MJ got up and came in the bathroom to look. Yes, I made him look first. "SHUT UP!" "SHUT UP" For the next three minutes or so Michael continues to shout "shut up", wide eyed and fully awake at this point. I just laugh while trying to figure out if it is a happy "shut up" or an oh-sh*t "shut up" (I truly believe it was 95% happy, 5% oh-sh*t).
Michael slowly backed off the "shut ups" and asked me to pee on another one. Funny, that was the last one of the three pack. So, MJ states he is going to Rite Aid, but wait, it is Thanksgiving morning. Nothing is open this early except maybe the corner gas station and are YOU going to trust the test that is inside that dusty box? Not worth my $15. Since we were hosting dinner for 21 people that day our to do list was long and the day quickly passed. Before we knew it, our family started to arrive and the turkey needed to come out of the oven. We never made it to the store for the second (and maybe third) test. All day we smiled at our "little" secret and didn't tell a soul. Not even as my sister and Dara start questioning me about when MJ and I were going to have kids. He he he, little did they know!
Here is our 2nd annual family Turkey Day photo. Mom, you're on the phone and our "little" secret is in there too!
Needless to say, it was a perfect Thanksgiving!
February 01, 2009
A little history to get you started
Well, our together journey officially started three years ago today when Michael picked me up at Kristi’s place for our first date. Michael thought out of the box and took me to a Piston’s game. While making our way through the parking lot I joked about this not being your typical first date and Michael replied in his quick fire way, “Oh, you thought this was a date?” My heart dropped for a second, then I realized he was only joking…or was he?
We got inside and found our killer seats, well not really killer. I don’t think either one of us cared that we were in the second to last row—the beer was good, the conversation was even better and the Piston’s won the game against the Timeberwolves: 90-74. (Ok, so I had to look up the score, but I do remember the rest.). It was a great night and as they say, the rest is history!
We got inside and found our killer seats, well not really killer. I don’t think either one of us cared that we were in the second to last row—the beer was good, the conversation was even better and the Piston’s won the game against the Timeberwolves: 90-74. (Ok, so I had to look up the score, but I do remember the rest.). It was a great night and as they say, the rest is history!
Happy Anniversary to us!
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