As we approach the end of what the Colonel and I have called "My 'Nancy," I've spent some time thinking back on the past 8 months. After finding out we were pregnant, I started keeping a private journal, detailing the events of my pregnancy, and my intent is to keep it for recording events and milestones for Baby W. I envision some sort of dramatic presentation of the journal to her at a graduation or wedding some day down the road.
I reread the journal the other day to pass time while (you guessed it) lying down and drinking water. Some of the highlights of the last 37 weeks include:
1. It snowed the day we found out we were expecting. The Colonel was out of town at a boys' weekend at Lake Burton, and I took a test on a whim. Immediately after taking the test, I think that I shouted for several minutes, alternating I'm ashamed to say, between, "Holy Shit!" and "Praise the Lord." Time seemed to pass so slowly while I waited for the Colonel to get home so I could tell him in person.
2. At our first doctor's appointment, the Colonel and I had a disagreement in response to the doctor's query: "Was this planned or a surprise?" I answered "Surprise," and he said "Planned." Then, the Colonel asked how I could possibly be surprised. I'm leaving out several internet-inappropriate details here, but I'll tell you that I responded, "Well, I guess I'm surprised that it worked."
3. We had both sets of parents over for dinner to tell them the news. The Colonel broke the big news by presenting my mom and mother-in-law with a picture of the first 7-week sonogram. My mom said, "Is this a baby??" The Colonel's mom said, "Well, whose baby is it??"
4. When we had our mid-way sonogram and found out we were having a girl, the Colonel's first three responses were priceless. First, he said, "Oh my God, I hope she's not a slut." Then, he said, "Oh my God, we have to start saving for a wedding!" Finally, and perhaps more calmly, "What sort of extracurricular activities and sports should we get her into so she doesn't turn out to be a lesbian?"
5. Luckily, I didn't need to vomit very often in the first and second trimesters. My favorite "morning sickness" event forced me to swerve off the interstate onto an exit ramp and vomit profusely on the side of the road. It was grape juice and looked disgusting.
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Don't give up the journaling. I only have about 20 entries in mine. They spread over 20 years and it only covers a few major events, but my boys were thrilled when I let them read it recently. They are grown men now and they loved hearing my thoughts about them over the years
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