Theatre in the Fall

Yesterday we visited Caroline at her apartment in Salem, OH. She lives in this really cool old house from the 1800s that has been remodeled into apartments. It's a neat place and seems to fit her personality really well. The section of the house with her apartment used to be the library of the house when it was just one address. Since she loves to read, it's really perfect. Her bookshelves line the walls in the living room. We all had a lot of fun laughing about the tiny little door into the bathroom. I don't know how she's gonna fit through it as you continue to grow in her tummy!

While getting to see her apartment was fun, the best part was meeting your grandmother and grandfather, Caroline's parents. They take care of a little boy named LJ while his dad is at work. While we at Caroline's apartment, we played trains in the floor with LJ.

Later on, we had a delicious supper in downtown Salem and headed to West Branch High School to see their production of Sweeney Todd. On the way, Dorie called Caroline and had us stop by their house. She gave us a bunch of stuff from the garden (garlic, peppers, onions). Wasn't that sweet? The musical was great. Those kids did an awesome job!

By the time the show was over, it was getting late. We drove Caroline back to her apartment and took our first pictures with her, in her living room. I am attaching that picture to this post. I hope you're comfy in there. We already love you so much and can't wait to finally meet you!

Beer is Good

Christmas Ale was released today. You are destined to love good beer. You are very lucky.

Spoiled already...

So your dad and I went shopping last night at Target looking for strollers, bouncy chairs, bottles, formula, etc. We wanted to pick everything out and make sure to read any reviews before committing to anything. That being said, if your dad has anything to do with it, you will be spoiled rotten! I think he picked out the biggest, fanciest, most gadgets option for everything we looked at last night. If you turn out to be a girl, he picked out the super-duper, Disney princess tub. It looks like an old time claw foot tub, but pink. I was going for the more practical green tub that can be used again. He also picked out the cutest little outfit that was a onesie, matching pants, and cute little winter overcoat. He was so sweet watching his face light up every time he picked something out. I had to be careful, or he would have bought everything in the store!

The one with the story of how I knew...

So this is my first real entry to the baby blog diary thing.  Yikes.  Here goes....


Well, on May 27th, I got what EVERY girl wants for her first 29th birthday; her period.  Just FREAKING FABULOUS.  My body operates on this annoying amount of clockwork and routine, so when Mom's birthday rolled around on JUNE 27th and I still hadn't gotten my period I started to, well, question the clockwork a slight bit....(AKA, FREAKOUT!) ....  I decided to give it a week...and well, I got up some (liquid) courage and took the test.


I start my stopwatch (yea, I wear one on my wrist...It's normal for a swim coach....), for the obligatory two minute waiting period.  I started thinking about all the things I used to be able to do in about two minutes.... a 200 yard freestyle...


Two minutes? Really? I peed on that stick and 15 seconds later it was practically flashing pregnant over and over in big, shiny, neon, Vegas-style lights.  


I'd taken pregnancy tests before and they would slowly drift to the "second-line-area" and then I would stare at them for another full 5-10 minutes, put them down, and recheck them hours (and days) later to make sure I wasn't pregnant.  Hey, I'm a smart girl--I've seen that episode of some random American sitcom where the pregnancy test shows up pregnant hours/days after the mom sighs in relief! 


Oh no, not this time.  By the time I put the cap on the end, it had practically jumped to the pregnant line, bolded itself and doubled in thickness and barely made a second line where the "not pregnant" line was supposed to be.   


Sh*t. 


Stare at stick for 5 minutes.  Shake it. Twirl it. Stare at it again for another 5 minutes.


Double Sh*t.


Emerge from bathroom.  Commence the yelling and throwing of things--mainly the pee stick-- at the, um, what will formally be named as "The X-Chromosome Contributor" from now on.  


In retrospect, this was NOT exactly my most rational or stellar moment as an adult human, but I will include this incident as the first (of hopefully not many) on "The Official When Pregnancy Hormones Took Over Bio-Mom's Brain List".


Well, it was decided that "sometimes pregnancy tests give a false positive," so I was going to "sleep on it".  Well, around 3:30 a.m. with, well, not much sleeping on ANYTHING, I gave up and went to Wal-Mart and got another (3-pack) pregnancy test.  I was going to be sure this time.  I was sure between 4 am and 6 am another two times.


A week later I tested again (in vain, apparently) and then called and scheduled a doctor's appointment so I can get on state healthcare and make full use of my tax dollars that I have contributed to the cause since I was 15!


So now I have health insurance now like Dad has been harping on me to make sure I get for the past four years....although, after pointing this out to Dad, the response was "well, I didn't mean to get insurance like THAT!" 


Oh, and the good news...any woman that needs a good April Fool's day joke...I have a handful of "pregnant" sticks for you to use!

The one with the unofficial first baby diary entry...

Today I talked to my aunt in SC for over an hour about the baby, deciding on adoption, etc.  My aunt suggested I start keeping a baby diary for the baby, and the parents, and well, apparently, for me...

Here is my first entry:
Dear Baby,
Today, Yuengling was sold in Ohio for the first time and I was pregnant with you.
Love,
Bio Mom

=)