King Edith Updates

Here's the latest on the baby front:

• We know we're having a girl.  Found out for sure when we visited our special baby doctor.  
• Our special baby doctor also told us that with Chelsey's genetic blood-clotting condition (MTHFR), combined with her blood work results put us at a 30% risk for spina bifida.  Hooray!  There is also the risk of us losing the baby late in her pregnancy, thanks to the MTHFR - so Chelsey will probably not go full term, to get little Edith out as soon as possible.  
• Nothing earth-shattering, but no one wants to hear they have a 70% chance of having a totally healthy kid.  
• We'll know more when we talk to our regular doctor this week.  
• In the meantime we are adopting the attitude of "fuck it."  There's a whole bunch to worry about with this stuff, but we can't do anything about it.  It's just there.  And we can fret about it, or we can just say fuck it, and continuing falling in love with our future daughter.  
• On the positive side, the room is painted, and we go to IKEA in a couple of weeks to get the crib.  Very exciting.  
• We're also still sold on the name Edith Pearl - which is great because of this future vacation spot.
• Now we just have to buy Chelsey some more maternity clothes, and get a doll so we can trick Deuce into being nice to the baby.

Speaking of Deuce.  Here is two minutes of him licking my hand.  

King Frank Updates

These will look a lot like Chelsey/House updates:


· Chelsey is still tired all the time, and very vomitty. Although not to the point where she actually vomits. It’s kind of like when I met her, and she used to be hung over all the time. Except then she used to vomit out of car windows. Which was awesome.



· We had a spirited discussion about nursery colors. We both like yellow, but we have this weird piece of furniture that is also yellow that we would like to incorporate somehow. So now we think maybe yellow isn’t the way to go. We talked about it for 10 minutes. Then we stared at the wall for 10 minutes. Then we watched some tv.



· The following things have moved Chelsey to tears in the past week, Big Love Finale, How I Met Your Mother, Pawn Stars. I made up the last one, but I wouldn’t rule it out.



· We are trying to figure out if we want to do that screening that tells you if your kid is predisposed to spina bifida and downs syndrome. I was against getting it. Chelsey was in favor of it. Then I looked at the photos of spina bifida.  I am also now in favor of it.  Spina bifida is very scary.


· We are also divided on whether we want to know the sex or not. I don’t. Chelsey does. So we’re going to have her find out, and attempt to keep it from me through the duration of the pregnancy. If she can do so, she wins a prize.

For the Sake of History

This is my official post about the fact Chelsey and I are having a baby.  We found out on New Years Eve, and as you might imagine, it was a big fat shock.  Chelsey had an inkling.  I did not.  Finding out made the world stop.  We both sat down.  Chelsey cried.  And then the started the process of trying to wrap our heads around what had happened.  We are still trying to do this.

Having a kid was something that Chelsey and I had talked about and decided was okay only a month or two before.  We basically decided to try less to not have a kid, and boom:  preggers.  In short, we weren't ready for this news.  And it's been a long process trying to become ready.  But I guess we have some time, so that's good.

Chelsey is being a real champ about this pregnancy stuff.  She seems to take everything in stride, complaining along the way.  But complaining good-naturedly.  I've seen her white with nausea, and she gets more absent-minded by the minute, but she just seems to roll with the punches.

This weekend she had a bloody nose because now that's she pregnant she gets bloody noses.  She sent me a text that said something about how she now gets bloody noses thanks to "fucking Frank" (the name of our kid if it's a boy), but the autocorrect screwed her message all up, so it came across as "King Frank".  Which is what we have taken to calling the fetus. 

So here's to King Frank.  You are the king of our hearts already.