2008 October | Heir to Blair

New pet peeve.

28 Oct posted by heirtoblair

#1 Question People Ask
Was Harpie planned?

#2 Question People Ask
Is Nate excited??

::blank stare:: No, he’s not. We planned this baby, but he’s totally pissed about it. In fact, he had nothing to do with it. I spontaneously conceived this child all by myself. Nate had no part in it & therefore is not excited at all. Don’t even mention Harpie or he’ll frown because he’s a baby-hater.

umm….of course he is excited about his child.

And dudes, nobody asks me if I’m excited. Why does that feel like a throwback to the 1950′s??

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Telling the Boss-man.

27 Oct posted by heirtoblair

I’m about to make the trek up to the big office & tell The Man that I am knocked up.

It’s so weird. I’ve known him my entire life (he taught my Sunday School class in the 3rd grade), so it’s rather awkward to say, “I’m pregnant! Code: I have unprotected sex with my husband & it made a baby that I will pop out of my vag in 7 months!”

But I could be the only one that takes pregnancy news to that uncomfortable, inapropro level.

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Houston, we have a heartbeat!

27 Oct posted by heirtoblair

Nate & I saw Harpie’s beautiful, sweet little flickering heartbeat this morning. Such perfection & such a miracle.

We were guided back to the ultrasound exam room and were left there a good 20 minutes alone, so I perched on the exam table, swathed in pink paper knickers while Nate looked warily at the pre-lubed and condom-adorned dildo-cam. I’m chatting mindlessly about how tiny my bladder is & Nate’s face suddenly twists into an odd, humorous expression.

Blair: “Ummm….babe?”
Nate: “Oh, my God. Now I know this is meant to be.” ::chuckles::
Blair: “The hell?”
Nate: ::points to the opposite wall::

It’s the ultrasound tech’s certificate. And her name is….

Kristy Box.

BOX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMFG. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Perfection.

Is there a word for peeing when you puke? Peeking?

27 Oct posted by heirtoblair

This past Sunday morning, at 3:34am, I was inducted into a sacred rite of passage that comes with pregnancy — I pissed myself when I puked. If it wasn’t horrible enough that I was hugging Dear Johny around the neck for 10 minutes straight, giving back everything I ate that day, I tinkled a little in my pants. Lovely.

In happier news, we see Harpie in an hour & a half! Say some sweet prayers, please….I had a little spotting this weekend, but it seems to be all good under the hood right now.

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Filed Under: Pregnancy Side-effects, Ralph isn't just a name