A 17 Minute Post, a.k.a. Boys like Bugs.
I have 17 minutes to kill while a large file copies over. So my challenge is to just to get something down in 17 minutes.
Start your engines.
What do I want to talk about?
Should I talk about the pregnancy? Should I talk about the future? Should I talk about watching Zoe sit in the window and chatter at the birds?
Well, let's start here.
I am due on June 10th, which means that I am working from home until that day. After that, whether I've exploded, I mean delivered or not, I will be on maternity leave.
I'm truly beyond thrilled to have the summer off. I feel a little bit like it's the last week of school, like I should be cleaning out my desk, and washing out my pencil tray. That was always one of my favorite parts of the last days of school, when you got to empty and clean your desk, just knowing that you don't ever have to put another thing into that same desk ever again.
I feel like I get to have a classic summer vacation. I get to spend it with two men that I love very much. One whom I've met and known for a while now (over 10 years) and one who I haven't met yet, but that I already love. The hubby is taking appx. 6 weeks off of work to stay home with me, and be with our son. I could not be happier about this. I am going to have to come up with some sort of clever code name for him, aren't I? Minipants. Maybe that will be it.
If you haven't gleaned already from the pronouns, we are having a boy. I feel like I should put 18 smiley faces after that, but you will hear me talk plenty with piles of smiley faces tacked on in the near future, I'm sure. So, I'll spare you a barrage of smiley faces right now.
Back when I was about 15-16 weeks pregnant, I had a very, very strong feeling that I was having a boy. Of all the fluffy, zen-like pregnancy things that I "should" have experienced, that was one of the only ones. I didn't have any cravings, or any of the other endearing pregnancy things, but in my heart, I knew I was having a boy. Then at the 20 week ultrasound, they confirmed, indeed I had a tiny penis inside of me.
Our reaction was... I'll be really honest. It was a little mixed. I think that any parent who says that they didn't envision or wish for one sex over the other is probably lying on some level. For us, for both the hubs and I, we had never been able to see us with a boy. We had always thought we would have a girl. So to be told for sure that it was a boy.. we both had this "oh... {LOOOONG PAUSE} a boy!" reaction, and I think we both looked a little stricken in the ultrasound appt. Just because, well, I don't know what the hell to do with little boys. I know little girls, I get little girls. I was one, after all. Even The Hubs was a little at a loss, because he's not your typical manly man. He doesn't work on cars on the weekend, he's not a football fan, he works in the arts, and is sensitive and sweet. He's not girly, but he's just a sweet, kind, quiet soul and very "metro".
It took us a good couple of weeks to kind of let the idea of a boy settle in. And while we were absolutely overjoyed that everything on the ultrasound came back great, clean bill of health, the gender news shook us a little bit.
After a little while, we began to think about all of the fun things that boys like, and we really started to embrace the idea.
When I was in Ikea getting stuff for the nursery, I picked up a green lamp that was in the shape of a bug and I said "boys like bugs..." and I bought it. His nursery is green and yellow, lots of color, and I did four animal paintings and a mural of a huge tree for it. Because boys like trees and animals. And bugs.
One of the last touches for the nursery was that I bought a canopy when I was at Ikea. I thought it would be so beautiful over the crib. We put it up, and it was supposed to attach tightly to the sides of the crib so the baby can't grab it and stuff it in their mouth. It wasn't snug at all, so we took it down.
The hubs comment: "Good. Boys don't do canopies"
See? I think we'll figure it out. We know enough to know that boys like bugs and trees, and that no matter how metrosexual our son may or may not be, little boys don't do canopies.
Start your engines.
What do I want to talk about?
Should I talk about the pregnancy? Should I talk about the future? Should I talk about watching Zoe sit in the window and chatter at the birds?
Well, let's start here.
I am due on June 10th, which means that I am working from home until that day. After that, whether I've exploded, I mean delivered or not, I will be on maternity leave.
I'm truly beyond thrilled to have the summer off. I feel a little bit like it's the last week of school, like I should be cleaning out my desk, and washing out my pencil tray. That was always one of my favorite parts of the last days of school, when you got to empty and clean your desk, just knowing that you don't ever have to put another thing into that same desk ever again.
I feel like I get to have a classic summer vacation. I get to spend it with two men that I love very much. One whom I've met and known for a while now (over 10 years) and one who I haven't met yet, but that I already love. The hubby is taking appx. 6 weeks off of work to stay home with me, and be with our son. I could not be happier about this. I am going to have to come up with some sort of clever code name for him, aren't I? Minipants. Maybe that will be it.
If you haven't gleaned already from the pronouns, we are having a boy. I feel like I should put 18 smiley faces after that, but you will hear me talk plenty with piles of smiley faces tacked on in the near future, I'm sure. So, I'll spare you a barrage of smiley faces right now.
Back when I was about 15-16 weeks pregnant, I had a very, very strong feeling that I was having a boy. Of all the fluffy, zen-like pregnancy things that I "should" have experienced, that was one of the only ones. I didn't have any cravings, or any of the other endearing pregnancy things, but in my heart, I knew I was having a boy. Then at the 20 week ultrasound, they confirmed, indeed I had a tiny penis inside of me.
Our reaction was... I'll be really honest. It was a little mixed. I think that any parent who says that they didn't envision or wish for one sex over the other is probably lying on some level. For us, for both the hubs and I, we had never been able to see us with a boy. We had always thought we would have a girl. So to be told for sure that it was a boy.. we both had this "oh... {LOOOONG PAUSE} a boy!" reaction, and I think we both looked a little stricken in the ultrasound appt. Just because, well, I don't know what the hell to do with little boys. I know little girls, I get little girls. I was one, after all. Even The Hubs was a little at a loss, because he's not your typical manly man. He doesn't work on cars on the weekend, he's not a football fan, he works in the arts, and is sensitive and sweet. He's not girly, but he's just a sweet, kind, quiet soul and very "metro".
It took us a good couple of weeks to kind of let the idea of a boy settle in. And while we were absolutely overjoyed that everything on the ultrasound came back great, clean bill of health, the gender news shook us a little bit.
After a little while, we began to think about all of the fun things that boys like, and we really started to embrace the idea.
When I was in Ikea getting stuff for the nursery, I picked up a green lamp that was in the shape of a bug and I said "boys like bugs..." and I bought it. His nursery is green and yellow, lots of color, and I did four animal paintings and a mural of a huge tree for it. Because boys like trees and animals. And bugs.
One of the last touches for the nursery was that I bought a canopy when I was at Ikea. I thought it would be so beautiful over the crib. We put it up, and it was supposed to attach tightly to the sides of the crib so the baby can't grab it and stuff it in their mouth. It wasn't snug at all, so we took it down.
The hubs comment: "Good. Boys don't do canopies"
See? I think we'll figure it out. We know enough to know that boys like bugs and trees, and that no matter how metrosexual our son may or may not be, little boys don't do canopies.
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