Sympathy Peeing?!

I read in the PB that reportedly 60% of men have "sympathy symptoms" to match their partner's "pregnancy symptoms." I'm not sure how you arrive at 60%. Dealing with your partner's very real "pregnancy symptoms" should push this number to 100%, easy, if only considering "fatigue."

The one symptom that I did not expect to gain no matter how "sympathetic" I was was extra peeing. Several times over the last week I've gotten up in the middle of the night to pee. I *never* get up in the middle of the night. Huh. I guess I'm a *real* sensitive, sympathetic dude.

Is it too early to be thinking about (nick) names?

If not, PuddleBaby now the size of a blueberry, already has a nickname besides PuddleBaby. The Splendid Splinter. Yes, we fully expect PuddleBaby to hit a baseball (softball) like the great beantown slugger Ted Williams, but the nickname is not derived by dreams of the future pro's hitting potential.

A picture would definitely help explain the nickname better:

Yes, PuddleMama and I believe this happened on a certain night which would have made any splinter splendid, but the really splendid part is not the splinter itself but how it splintered. I would definitely be more hesitant to post such a picture if the splinter had happened on one corner, but the fact the board splintered down the middle the entire length of the side board just amazes me. How did we do that?!

Our bed is now propped up on over a dozen books, and is holding (mostly) steady.

Blueberry, Splendid Splinter, PuddleBaby... There are a even few more nicknames that PuddleMama and I came up with but we're keeping to ourselves for now- they hint too closely to the names that are early favorites for placement on the actual birth certificate.

Of course, I'll keep this blog up to date with any new names we are considering. Well, at least any we are considering for nicknames...

PuddleDoggy's new digs...

PuddleDoggy is going to be the one to break the news to mom and dad. I can't wait.

(In case it's not completely clear, it says "Mommy's knocked up, I'm going to be a big brother.")

Who needs HPT's when you have...

1. Mood swings: Two hour bachelorette episode (not even the finale)- three separate "cryings" and I'm fairly certain one was triggered by a commercial. I'm also considering banning dvr'ed episodes of Beverly Hills 90210.
2. Nesting: PuddleMama is usually in bed by 10, sleeping by 10:30. So you can see why I thought it was alarming when she was carrying year old magazines out to the trash at 11:00 p.m. I had heard about this so called "nesting" before but I didn't think it would kick in quite so quickly.
3. Breast Changes: Or more accurately from my point of view- complaining of breast changes. I'll stop short of naming any specifics, but not all seem that bad from where I'm sitting.
4. Ice Cream Cravings: PuddleMama has always enjoyed ice cream, but not *that* much.
5. Fatigue: Yes, dealing with all the above has brought me to the point of collapse, but in this case I mean fatigue in PuddleMama.

We received a more official "positive" test result from the clinic today, which is certainly nice, but as you can tell I had a pretty good idea of the status already.

I also learned that PuddleMama is officially in her 5th week of the pregnancy, which seems illogical and even ridiculous because the first two weeks of pregnancy do not require *any* sort of male participation. Apparently it is just an easier way to accurately track development from start (or pre-start?) to finish.

And despite a bit more of symptom #1 above for PuddleMama, the smile has yet to leave my face.

PREGNANT!

That's right! PuddleMama is pregnant! WOO-HOO!

We are so excited! After finding out, PuddleMama immediately asked me take her to the bookstore to buy the "pregnancy bible" and we came home and told PuddleDoggy, who promptly celebrated by eating a rawhide he's been hiding around the house for weeks.

I have so much to write about now, especially since I've been holding back on this blog in order to temper expectations and prevent jinx's. For now, just know that we both can't wipe the smiles of our face (well, except for a little emotional roller-coaster'ing in PuddleMama, but the PB (pregnancy bible) tells us this is completely normal.....)

Time for bed... And yes, the George Costanza line "My boys can swim!" *has* been running through my head since PuddleMama told me.

O fer

Another month gone, and nothing to report. O fer 3. Actually, pretty certain that will climb to O fer 4 since I'll be in the U.K. visiting a friend (without PuddleMama) during prime baby-making time.

Round Two

Round two is over and PuddleMama is still not pregnant. The emotions were certainly more tempered this time around. I have hesitated writing any blog-posts, mostly because of just that- there simply isn't as much to write about (for this particular blog anyway.)

I also don't want to obsess as much- certainly not as much as I had been. I do feel more patient and content to let it happen as it will. I don't know what allowed this change to happen, if it is just necessity or something more.

I do know PuddleMama and I have only one more shot for a tax break in 2008. Where is that remote....?