I’m writing this on December 6th, our 5th week.  The chances for a miscarry are still high, and we’ve yet to tell anyone.  If this post goes live, that means we’ve crossed the ten week threshold got a sweet 6 week ultrasound confirming a heartbeat and most of you who read this already know.  

Tori’s been really good so far… emotional ups and downs and a bit tired.  I’m incredibly excited about the whole thing, and have been spending my time researching and learning all I can.

We’re in week 8 now, and things are great.  T is (we think) heading out of her everything-tastes-gross-or-smells-gross-so-just-give-me-carbs phase, so we’re thinking about good food again.  Our first visist to her new OB/GYN was great, and we’ll see him again in a few weeks.  I dropped the news at work and on twitter/facebook today… people freaked out.  I really think I surprised some people, but the response has been overwhelmingly positive.  We told the grandparents-to-be over the holiday break, they couldn’t be more thrilled.  It’s the first grandchild for both families, and we’re looking forward to a wealth of support from both sides of the family.

I also have to mention that our best friends in Columbus are expecting, too.  They’re four eight weeks ahead of us, and from what I’ve gleamed on teh internets, there’s no way for us to catch up to them.  We really lucked out having someone we’re so close to to share the experience with.  It occurred to me immediately, of course, but it wasn’t until I was standing next to the other papa to be looking at the two wives together that my mind was blown.

Internets, we’re having a baby.  Be afraid…be very afraid.

First Ultrasound: 6 weeks