Why is it that everyone suggests that we name the kid after them? Seriously. This has happened a bunch of times already, and I figure it will just happen more.
The kid will not be named after you.
(If you're willing to pay, we'll talk...that goes for everyone...I mean, Lucas Oil Dicken wouldn't sound too bad for the right price...right?...Target Dicken?...Coca-Cola Dicken?)
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
Doctor visit...
We had our first doctor's visit today.
We found out that we're pregnant.
Seriously though, it was pretty cool. We got to hear the heartbeat, which took forever to find (this was a little nerve-racking). There was also a brief (not that funny) moment when we thought there might be more than one kid in there. We had joked about this for awhile, but I wasn't worried about it until I saw the look on the doctor's face when we mentioned it. Apparently something she found made her feel that there was a possibility that there was more than one kid. She pulled out that computer with the remote for seeing into bellies. She pressed it against my wife's stomach, we looked at the monitor, and we saw...something out of Area 51.
It was interesting...but cool. I'm really a dad. Caylie wasn't just making it up. :)
We found out that we're pregnant.
Seriously though, it was pretty cool. We got to hear the heartbeat, which took forever to find (this was a little nerve-racking). There was also a brief (not that funny) moment when we thought there might be more than one kid in there. We had joked about this for awhile, but I wasn't worried about it until I saw the look on the doctor's face when we mentioned it. Apparently something she found made her feel that there was a possibility that there was more than one kid. She pulled out that computer with the remote for seeing into bellies. She pressed it against my wife's stomach, we looked at the monitor, and we saw...something out of Area 51.
It was interesting...but cool. I'm really a dad. Caylie wasn't just making it up. :)
Pampers and Baby Tuxedo...
Story #1:
As you all know, pregnant women are very emotional. As a man, I am to watch what I say, as you never know what could cause tears. In this case, it wasn't me. With a Pampers commercial on television, Caylie began to cry. Real tears. Real crying. Real funny.
I'm sorry...call me a jerk, tell me I feel no compassion, I don't care. This kid will hear about this. I will tell this story again and again. It wasn't even that moving (no pun intended) commercial! It was a baby in a diaper, doing nothing in particular. Certainly nothing sad.
Funny.
Story #2:
Apparently this kid causes Caylie to dream. She would dream sometimes before, but not this frequently, and not like this. This time, she dreamed that she gave birth to the kid, while in bed...I remained asleep. Apparently she named the kid Tuxedo, and it came out with a full set of teeth, needing to see a dentist. Weird.
Thus we now have the first entry on our list of names for our child.
First name: Tuxedo
Middle name: T-shirt
As you all know, pregnant women are very emotional. As a man, I am to watch what I say, as you never know what could cause tears. In this case, it wasn't me. With a Pampers commercial on television, Caylie began to cry. Real tears. Real crying. Real funny.
I'm sorry...call me a jerk, tell me I feel no compassion, I don't care. This kid will hear about this. I will tell this story again and again. It wasn't even that moving (no pun intended) commercial! It was a baby in a diaper, doing nothing in particular. Certainly nothing sad.
Funny.
Story #2:
Apparently this kid causes Caylie to dream. She would dream sometimes before, but not this frequently, and not like this. This time, she dreamed that she gave birth to the kid, while in bed...I remained asleep. Apparently she named the kid Tuxedo, and it came out with a full set of teeth, needing to see a dentist. Weird.
Thus we now have the first entry on our list of names for our child.
First name: Tuxedo
Middle name: T-shirt
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Queasy...and apparently sleepy.
Apparently morning sickness is an all day thing. This is somewhat misleading. The fact that it is called "morning sickness" would lead you to believe that it is something that only occurs in the morning. Not true. Apparently it sticks with you all day long. Caylie has been dealing with this for the past month, but I suppose it could be worse. She hasn't been physically sick, just "queasy". If you ask her how she feels, there is a 90% chance that she will say "queasy". However, "queasy" is better than "puking"...so, we'll take it.
90%...this is also the percentage of time that Caylie spends sleeping. I swear to you...she is always sleeping. I'm actually glad that people now know that she is pregnant, because I think they were actually starting to believe that she was narcoleptic.
Our major baby purchase here within the first two months of pregnancy has been...(drum roll please)...tap lights. That's right, tap lights. Since Caylie is getting up every few hours to use the bathroom (I'm not sure this is completely accurate, as I am usually sleeping at the time), we purchased a pack of tap lights and put them strategically throughout Caylie's path to the bathroom. Tap lights. I never would have guessed.
The dog has been the center of our universe for the past couple of years, and that is about to change. Of course, she has no idea...and I'm sure it will be quite a shock when the baby finally arrives. People have been wondering what we're going to "do" with her. You see, she's not the most well-behaved dog out there...probably not even close. We're definitely going to have to work on some of her behaviors.
But it's OK. We have a video.
90%...this is also the percentage of time that Caylie spends sleeping. I swear to you...she is always sleeping. I'm actually glad that people now know that she is pregnant, because I think they were actually starting to believe that she was narcoleptic.
Our major baby purchase here within the first two months of pregnancy has been...(drum roll please)...tap lights. That's right, tap lights. Since Caylie is getting up every few hours to use the bathroom (I'm not sure this is completely accurate, as I am usually sleeping at the time), we purchased a pack of tap lights and put them strategically throughout Caylie's path to the bathroom. Tap lights. I never would have guessed.
The dog has been the center of our universe for the past couple of years, and that is about to change. Of course, she has no idea...and I'm sure it will be quite a shock when the baby finally arrives. People have been wondering what we're going to "do" with her. You see, she's not the most well-behaved dog out there...probably not even close. We're definitely going to have to work on some of her behaviors.
But it's OK. We have a video.
A blog...just one more thing I probably won't keep updated
We live in a garage.
Okay. It's not really a garage, but an apartment built around a garage. We just like telling everyone we live in a garage to see their reactions. Anyway, we live in a garage, and there is a baby coming. That's pretty much where we're at right now and why I started this blog...which brings me to something else I'd like to share:
Don't expect daily updates about the baby, the wife, whatever...it won't happen.
I'm a very busy man, with little time to write (that's a lie...I'm just inherently lazy). I'll tell you what you can expect. You can expect to see many updates early on, getting you caught up on our "situation", and then you can expect updates here and there, eventually trailing off into nothingness. Except...maybe not. Maybe you will find a regularly updated blog about a young couple (with a dog) about to become a family of three (with a dog). Maybe you'll find laughter. Maybe you'll find entertainment. (You will find sarcasm...guaranteed).
Let's just see what happens.
Okay. It's not really a garage, but an apartment built around a garage. We just like telling everyone we live in a garage to see their reactions. Anyway, we live in a garage, and there is a baby coming. That's pretty much where we're at right now and why I started this blog...which brings me to something else I'd like to share:
Don't expect daily updates about the baby, the wife, whatever...it won't happen.
I'm a very busy man, with little time to write (that's a lie...I'm just inherently lazy). I'll tell you what you can expect. You can expect to see many updates early on, getting you caught up on our "situation", and then you can expect updates here and there, eventually trailing off into nothingness. Except...maybe not. Maybe you will find a regularly updated blog about a young couple (with a dog) about to become a family of three (with a dog). Maybe you'll find laughter. Maybe you'll find entertainment. (You will find sarcasm...guaranteed).
Let's just see what happens.
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