Sunday, June 12, 2011

First Trimester Recap.

This pretty much says it all. (Not really. I think there may be a comic forthcoming about how SCARY the first trimester is, and how many different, very, incredibly morbid places my mind went.) This was supposed to be a first draft, but I don't think I can draw a cartwheel better.

So, yeah. Pretty tired, or, as I think of it, "pregnancy tired," which is a whole different brand of tired altogether. No vomiting. A lot of nausea and gas. Some crabbiness, selfishness, morbid thoughts. Not a whole lot of poop. Pretty standard, I think.

Friday, June 10, 2011

And Now, We Can FINALLY Tell You the Good News.

Okay, here goes:





So there you have it. Detail-oriented people may notice that we posted my "self portrait" after we already knew I was pregnant. (We started trying in January.) I had drawn it a few months before, but I'm weirdly superstitious sometimes. (I'm also 35, and was pretty convinced that the only thing going on in my ovaries resembled the setting of Gerry, my final egg much like Matt Damon's character for the last half of the film.) NOW we have entered the second-trimester excitement. (When we were trying to get pregnant, I thought if it would only happen, I would have nothing to worry about. Turns out that first trimester, all you do is read about how common miscarriage is and worry about it all the time.)

Some of you know that we were naming the eggs every month that we tried. Mortimer is the one who stuck, which is lucky, because, per Annie Palmer's suggestion, the next month was probably going to be Eggers, and that just had potential to be embarrassing for numerous people.

Monday, we went for our monthly check-in, and because they couldn't find the heartbeat (just when I had STOPPED worrying), we got an ultrasound. We saw the baby moving around, stretching legs, rolling over. It was AMAZING. Here's a pic:


We have an already-many-pages googledoc we're writing as a series of letters to the baby. (This is a good time to mention: We are also working on a new comic about all the insufferable things we cannot wait to say when we are parents. Top of the list: I never knew I could love something so much! And, Once you are a parent, you realize how trivial everything else is. UGH. Don't you hate it when people say stuff like that? So do we! And we can't wait to say it!) About the above picture, I recently wrote: Yo

You have knees! Arms! Legs! At least one ear! You may or may not have a giant, black hole in the middle of your face (we are hoping not, but we’ll still love you if you do)!u have knees! Arms! Legs! At least one ear! You may or may not have a giant, black hole in the middle of your face (we are hoping not, but we’ll still love you if you do)!

FAQ
:

Due date: December 14. Birthday of one of my favorite writers (Amy Hempel), my dear friend Keith Hood, and Fly Girl Ruth Marks (from FLY Children's Art Center).

Sex: YES, we are finding out the sex. We find out the end of July. We'll let you know.

Name: We have some that we like, but we're not really thinking about it until we find out the sex. In utero, we are calling the baby Delano.

Where we are going to put the baby in our tiny apartment: Jason had the great idea of rigging something up with pulleys and ropes. We'll keep you posted.

Is Jason the dad?: Yes.

Childbirth: Hoping for natural.

Delivery: By midwife.

Breastfeeding: Yes.

I think that takes care of it. Post further questions in the comments section if you have them. Hooray! THERE IS A BABY GROWING INSIDE ME IT IS SO WEIRD.