Archive for November, 2009
7 weeks done…
Well seven weeks down and more thinking but some thoughts too…
- I am excited and happy
- I’m also worried and scared
- I love Ben a lot
- He cares for me a lot more than I ever expected he did or anyone ever could and it still amazes me
- I’m doing the best I can. I’m trying to learn as much as I can but at the end of the day I am still going to make mistakes
That last thought is really important to me. I didn’t really think that people would be negetive or horrible to us in this situation but the people can’t help themselves it is human nature. I just wish I could tell some people that I am trying the best I can and then some. A new parent can’t get everything right. I also wish that people would stop and think whether the comments, judgments or advice that they give is going to help us or whether they are doing it to make themselves feel better.
People have a lot of expectations, especially when it comes to children, about what is right and wrong. I’m sorry for not living up to some peoples expctations. That is their problem, not mine.
Well yesterday started as quite a nerve-racking day. We had decided that it was time to tell our parents that we were having a baby. I was a little excited, nervous, scared, uncertain and happy. I had wanted to tell them almost since I had found out because I felt bad that people not as important as them knew I was pregnant. They are very important to me and it only felt right for them to know.
We decided to go to my parents first. Luckily not only were mum and dad home but they were sitting down together for lunch, the grankids were playing downstairs and my sister Mary was out of the house. We sat and chatted about everyday stuff for a few minutes before finally I stammered “We came over to tell you that we are having a baby”.
Mums eyes seriousy rolled back into her head and then back into place again. Dad made a little grunt noise to acknowledge the initial shock of the announcement, then the questions started.
Mum and Dad were worried about what we were going to do and how we felt about the situation. They were really just looking out for both Ben and I and making sure we knew what we had gotten ourselves into. Although I still think the question of “Are you going to stay with her then?” directed to Ben by Mum was a bit redundant seeing as he was sitting right there telling them along with me. I knew what she meant by it though. She was just looking out for me.
Eventually Mum and Dad were excited for us, at least I think they were. Mum was a little put out that my sister’s knew about the baby before she did. Mum loves teling the family about new babies, I think she felt a little cheated out of it.
Eventually we left Mum and Dad’s and headed to Ben’s mum’s place…but I’ll leave Ben to tell you about that.
Well, the cat’s out of the bag now!
Our parents know and it’s all good. The immediate reactions were all pretty much how we thought they were going to be: A quick double take and then giggles and congratulations all round. This has been a really great decision!
/me dances a little jig!
So a few of them know about this site and already comments are coming up, I hope I don’t get in to too much trouble with Emma. I think it’ll be okay, as long as I ring her before she reads anything!
Well, I have to go make a phone call.
Two actually, I’m making the official Phone Call to Gran tomorrow morning. I reckon if I haven’t done it by 7am she’ll ring me.
. . .
Well, that didn’t work, Gran rang me just before I pressed “Publish”! It’s official:
I’m a very clever lad, and Emma is a very clever lass.
Gran said so, so it must be true!
Image by MotionBlur (Flickr).
This week has been a time of rest, really. We’ve passed beyond the crazy Oh My God phase and are settling in to the What Do We Do Now one. We have also made a really important decision; We’re going to do what makes us feel good. Not as a priority, but as a method of choosing which option to go for when presented with two or more of them.
The most important thing that we did this week was to tell our parents what’s going on. I’ll write another post about the various reactions (I secretly recorded them, because I’m that kind of guy) later, but at the end of the day (literally) we are both feeling much better about what’s going on. The dirty little secret is no longer a secret and therefore not dirty either.
A very nice result.
I understand that the whole pregnancy “thing” involves in part you getting bigger and clothes no longer fitting. What I didn’t realise was that it would happen so soon. I’m only, I think, seven weeks in and my bras are starting to hurt, my work pants and jeans are tight, and that favorite dress that I always wore to auditions is so incredibly tight I look like someone trying to squeeze themselves into their school uniform to relive the glory days and instead just coming off a tad skanky.
To top it off I don’t have that much money to be buying new clothes or underwear, so what do I do? Do I continue to squeeze myself into these clothes or start wearing the clothes I only keep in case someone needs their house painted (you know the ones, they are ugly but they are big and baggy). One thing I’m afraid of in this whole experience is no longer being attractive, especially to Ben, I don’t want to look like a watermelon wearing an old sack.
It’s hard too because I am a relatively small person and have always worked quite hard to keep a good figure but now nothing I do is going to be able to stop the tummy from expanding. On the good side though, at least it is a good reason to be getting bigger.
