Tattletale

John told on me. Just outright, and as quickly as he could told the Doctor that I have yet to gain any weight. He did it for laughs, but I couldn’t believe the betrayal. He had been snickering at me the entire three days before my Doctor appointment; for I had been worried about my impending lecture I was positive I would be receiving. I am almost three months pregnant now and haven’t put on any weight. Not because I’m dieting but simply because I’m eating the same things I was eating before and working out (when I’m not sleeping or dreading a test of course)the same amount. I looked it up and apparently my baby is the size of a plum and comes with this disclaimer:

EATING FOR TWO
Actually, you aren't eating for two. You are eating for one and .000007865! Realistically, at this time, you only need to increase consumption by 300 to 500 calories per day. That's just one bran muffin and a baked potato! (http://parenting.ivillage.com/pregnancy/wkbywkguide/0,,c32nvwcn,00.html)

I laughed pretty hard when I read this… For I cannot even count the amount of times I’ve heard: “You’ve got to eat for that baby!” Sometimes I feel a little guilty if I’m not stuffing my face with something or other, but for the most part I eat really regularly, not a huge meal, but a bunch of little snacks throughout the day. I’ve been one of those fortunate few (so far, thought I should qualify that before it comes back around and bites me in the butt), to not have experienced morning sickness at all. This has made it even more possible for me to maintain a steady flow of food from hand to mouth while adequately avoiding the perpetual hangover that is pregnancy for many women.

Aside from John telling on me and busting up laughing as I turned beet red and asked the Doctor if it was OK that I had yet to pack on the 30 pounds which is normal weight gain for a full term pregnancy, the appointment was absolutely amazing. The Doc informed John and I that my weight was fine, and that he was sure that the baby was healthy, and before long, come summer time, I would be wondering if I will ever fit into my jeans again, great. I shot John a look that was intended to kill, but it just made him laugh even harder. He couldn’t help himself, he saw an opening and ran with it. Whatever, I love him, but damn him and his tattling ways.

So, back to the awesome part… The Doc pulled out his amplified stethoscope and while squirting some jelly on my belly informed me that I should not panic if he can’t find the heartbeat right away, that sometimes it could take a couple of minutes to locate and that everything is fine. I braced myself for the wait which I was sure would feel like an eternity. The Doc went to work, and as soon as that stethoscope made contact with my jellied belly, a strong heart beat was located. At the risk of sounding really sappy, I can’t tell you how beautiful that sound was to me. John and I looked at each other and I knew we were both feeling the same thing. That was our baby, we could hear our baby. I can’t even describe how it felt, so I don’t even know why I’m trying.

I feel so incredibly lucky to be in the situation that I am in. John has made it to every one of my Doctor appointments and swears that he will be at each and every one following. This means more to me than he will ever know, just the fact that he is so involved this early on is what I always dreamed of for the beginnings of my family. I love looking at his face while he talks about plans for the future and how he thinks things will be when we are actually parents. He gets all wide eyed, and excited, and I feel so blessed to be sharing this experience with him.

Just a few more brief bragging bits for you guys, you can stop reading now if you’re feeling sick, I’ll wait… I came home from school on Thursday night to all of my chores being complete… I mean, the laundry was folded, the trash was taken out, and the dishwasher was emptied and reloaded, and turned on none the less… I walked in the door and John informed me that I would not be doing any more homework that night, and that I had an appointment with the bed and the TV clicker, (which was rather generous seeing as how, this was the CLICKER we were talking about). He insisted that I sit my butt down and not do anything for the remainder of the night… The royal treatment, ah yes ladies, bask in the glory that is my husband, and just don’t tell him I brag about him, his ego might explode.

Another one of the many blessings I count amongst my own are the friends and family I have. I spent about an hour chatting on the phone last night with my mother in law, listening to how excited she is to be here and how she wants to spend every moment she possibly can with us and the baby. She also called to inform me that I should be expecting a giant box of goodies being sent my way, but that we are not to open them until she arrives. I can do that, Christmas in March is a good thing.

Shortly after my mother in law hung up, Beth and I were chatting. Beth has officially been adopted into the family, for she will play the part of Godmother to our child. She teared up when I asked her if she would be willing to play that important role and told me that she had never felt so honored. I knew as soon as I made the decision that Beth was to be it, that it was a flawless one. Beth is one of those people whom I knew I would always want to have in my life, a sister of sorts, and well, now it’s official. I was her maid of honor in her wedding and she will serve as an integral part in mine and my child’s life forever. I could not think of a person better suited for the job.

We have also selected a Godfather, John’s former employer and best friend, Mike. He is an amazing person and so incredibly strong, both in character and will. I’m at such peace knowing that we have adopted two people into our quickly growing family, and that these two are absolutely perfect. Who says you can’t pick your family?