Thank you everyone for all of your kind words, well wishes, and overall genuine excitement for us. It really means the world and has reminded me once again why I have this dern blog anyway. It felt so good to finally share the big news!
ok, ok, ok, now for the deets. Ya know ya want 'em. This little bundle has been, well torturing me, for the past few months. Ok, maybe not torture, but um, it has not been "blissful" thus far. When I was not in bed exhausted, I was doing anything to stop the nausea. When that would briefly subside, I worried. That overwhelming, encompassing, make-yourself-sick worry. UGH! Pregnancy number one was not like this. NOT.EVEN.CLOSE. I remember being so doo-de-doo, feeling so cheerful, and naively feeling just entitled, like it would happen the way it does on TV. And ya know what, it did, well except the part when I gained a not sexy eighty (yes 8-0) lbs. (p.s. going to really try and never let that happen again!!! gross). Even though I'm not 100% Linda again, I am happy to report that I each day is better and I am supa grateful to feel that MOST of the time I am back in the land of the living. Hoo-rah!
Baby O should (God willing) make an appearance around Thanksgiving, gobble, gobble. We are NOT going to be able to advertise if this little person is a he or a she...well until November. And sorry friends, nor will we be sharing names. I can hear the collective moan/sign/boo/hiss. Sorry. Don't worry though, I promise I will let you all in on the confirmation of legs, arms, eyes, ears, etc when we have our ultra sound...not as good? I know, but it was worth a shot. Trust me friends, I promise to keep you up to date on the happins, moments and personality as baby O teaches me, and I have no doubt that once I am able to introduce you to him/her/he/she...it will be oh-so worth the wait. Yep, you have my word, the wait will NOT disappoint. Ok? We still friends? Ok. Good.
Of course we have been talking to Dash about it all because as you know, his opinion is the only opinion. So when I told him, "Hey great news, we're having a baby. And you, my friend, get to be the big brother!" And he causally said, "Oh na, nope, I don't want to be the big brother." (The voice in my head immediately thought: oohhh ssshhhh**$%) Then after a moment he confidently puffed his chest and said, "I do not want to be the big brother, I think I just want to be the uncle. Yea, the uncle. We can name that baby Dash, and I will be Uncle Dash." "Sounds perfect," I respond. And then there it was, that wide, gooey, toothy, ga-i-am-the-stuff, ear to ear grin that I live for. And praise the Lord, we could move forward with the Dash Man stamp of approval. Pheeewwffff.
Uh, we'll work on the whole "title/name"thing later.
