Last Wednesday, I had my first appointment with the Midwife. These are the nurse people that take care of the pregnant folks. There was good measure of poking and proding, lots of blah, blah, blahing, short version - everything is as it should be. I'm am progressing as expected. The best part of the hour long appointment came at the very end. We got to hear the heartbeat with some kind of dopler contraption. The Midwife lady squirted some goo on my lower belly, (no, I'm not showing yet) and ran this dopler thing over the goo. At first she cautioned us that we might not be able to hear anything. She found my heartbeat, which was not too exciting and then she moved the thing over to the left side and we heard it! Thump, thump. Oooo, it was fast 160 bpm.
But as soon as she found it, it went away :( The fetus ran away, it had enough of us invading its space.
We had made plans with my Mom to have dinner after the appointment. I had to lie to her to start with, so she wouldn't be suspicious as to why both Beto and I were in Fremont together. So I made up some work related thing, she went with it.
I had an idea to "spill da beans" with some kind of baby gift. I was thinking a bib or something with "gramma" on it. We finally found a cute little outfit.
We got to the restaurant, gift bag in tow, met Mom and was seated. I had already decided that Beto was the one to tell her, he's much better with the story telling, I was sure he'd say something clever. So he started with you want the good news or the bad news? She said bad. He said, looks like there will be a lot of hard work ahead and you'll be tired. The good news...he handed her the gift bag. She didn't even take the thing out of the bag and all hell broke loose. She was crying and hoopin' and hollerin'. Yes, people were staring. There was not a person in that restaurant that didn't know she was going to be a gramma!! All the while, I kept eating my salad. I knew she would lose her mind and I was right. She immediately called Aunt Nancy and told her. I don't think I've ever seen my Mom smile so much, honestly. So it's out there, Mom knows.
Now...how do I tell my Dad and brothers?
But as soon as she found it, it went away :( The fetus ran away, it had enough of us invading its space.
We had made plans with my Mom to have dinner after the appointment. I had to lie to her to start with, so she wouldn't be suspicious as to why both Beto and I were in Fremont together. So I made up some work related thing, she went with it.
I had an idea to "spill da beans" with some kind of baby gift. I was thinking a bib or something with "gramma" on it. We finally found a cute little outfit.
We got to the restaurant, gift bag in tow, met Mom and was seated. I had already decided that Beto was the one to tell her, he's much better with the story telling, I was sure he'd say something clever. So he started with you want the good news or the bad news? She said bad. He said, looks like there will be a lot of hard work ahead and you'll be tired. The good news...he handed her the gift bag. She didn't even take the thing out of the bag and all hell broke loose. She was crying and hoopin' and hollerin'. Yes, people were staring. There was not a person in that restaurant that didn't know she was going to be a gramma!! All the while, I kept eating my salad. I knew she would lose her mind and I was right. She immediately called Aunt Nancy and told her. I don't think I've ever seen my Mom smile so much, honestly. So it's out there, Mom knows.
Now...how do I tell my Dad and brothers?
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Ah, good one!
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