Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Jellybean's twin!
Our kid is weird looking! Oh, and that thing to the left of his/her face is a hand with a finger sticking out... are you thinking what I'm thinking?? this child will come out of there grounded for life!
Bought baby furniture
These are the pictures off of the maker's website. We took some at the store but haven't gotten around to getting them out of the camera yet. The pics show the items in black but our set is in a dark brown color. We got the crib and the hutch (not the desk) with the chest thing together. We hope to get a matching dresser once we move and see how much space we have.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
You can now comment....
without creating a gmail account. We forgot to change that option when we released the blog but we did now, so you can comment on anything without using your personal information :).
Thanks!
Thanks!
Friday, February 15, 2008
Warning: Slightly Emotional Content Ahead! Proceed At Your Own Risk!!!
Hi Everybody!!! (hi Dr. Nick!). We had another Baby Appointment on Monday. I am starting to see how these things will get a little routine. It was basically just a meet and greet with the parting gift a puncture wound in the Wife's arm. She loves that stuff. She is pretty happy that She has only gained 2 pounds.
We did have a bit of a rough patch though. They brought in the heartbeat monitor at the beginning, and no matter what you tell yourself. No matter how tough you may think you are, there is always that little shadow at the back of your mind that says "what if?". Being used to ignoring the voices in my head, I have become pretty adept at ignoring it. Well they lubed up the probe thingy and started the baby-sonar operations. I am not joking when I say it took a good minute to find the heartbeat. Worst 60 seconds I have ever had in my entire life. It was the first time my heart stopped beating due to non-doughnut related causes. I really can say that I have seen what it is to fear for someone else. The only thing I was thinking was "Don't let Aga see your face, You are supposed to be the strong one here dammit!". Like I said, the most horrible thing I have ever gone through. Aga was just amazing though. Afterwards I found out the same things were going through her mind, and yet she handled it with such... Grace. It just makes me that much more humble and thankful that She chose me to be the Father for her children.
So yes, The Nurse found the heartbeat. Steady and strong and just the most beautiful music in the world. I am just finding it amazing how quickly the hard time at work/home/whatever just seems to get put on mute the more that I realize how much bigger than Us this is.
Boy Scout Motto: Be prepared. So we opted to go for the extra testing to find out if there were chances for any kind of issues with the baby itself. It wasn't to serve as an excuse to terminate the pregnancy or anything like that, but Aga and I talked about it, and We agreed that we felt it was best to know if we needed any special preparations. So when We left the hospital, lets just say I wasn't the only prick on her arm. She got the call yesterday to tell us that the test was clear! Obviously the baby is taking after her side of the family. The Polish are a sturdy folk, and it couldn't hurt for more than a little of that to work it's way into our baby. Let's just say that if any of you see Our child with a trashcan over it's head and running into walls. By all means, blame me. That will most definitely be my contribution to the child's' genetic makeup.
So I guess all in all, it was a week of some pretty low points, but they were blown away by the highs. Check back in soon for more info.
~J and A
We did have a bit of a rough patch though. They brought in the heartbeat monitor at the beginning, and no matter what you tell yourself. No matter how tough you may think you are, there is always that little shadow at the back of your mind that says "what if?". Being used to ignoring the voices in my head, I have become pretty adept at ignoring it. Well they lubed up the probe thingy and started the baby-sonar operations. I am not joking when I say it took a good minute to find the heartbeat. Worst 60 seconds I have ever had in my entire life. It was the first time my heart stopped beating due to non-doughnut related causes. I really can say that I have seen what it is to fear for someone else. The only thing I was thinking was "Don't let Aga see your face, You are supposed to be the strong one here dammit!". Like I said, the most horrible thing I have ever gone through. Aga was just amazing though. Afterwards I found out the same things were going through her mind, and yet she handled it with such... Grace. It just makes me that much more humble and thankful that She chose me to be the Father for her children.
So yes, The Nurse found the heartbeat. Steady and strong and just the most beautiful music in the world. I am just finding it amazing how quickly the hard time at work/home/whatever just seems to get put on mute the more that I realize how much bigger than Us this is.
Boy Scout Motto: Be prepared. So we opted to go for the extra testing to find out if there were chances for any kind of issues with the baby itself. It wasn't to serve as an excuse to terminate the pregnancy or anything like that, but Aga and I talked about it, and We agreed that we felt it was best to know if we needed any special preparations. So when We left the hospital, lets just say I wasn't the only prick on her arm. She got the call yesterday to tell us that the test was clear! Obviously the baby is taking after her side of the family. The Polish are a sturdy folk, and it couldn't hurt for more than a little of that to work it's way into our baby. Let's just say that if any of you see Our child with a trashcan over it's head and running into walls. By all means, blame me. That will most definitely be my contribution to the child's' genetic makeup.
So I guess all in all, it was a week of some pretty low points, but they were blown away by the highs. Check back in soon for more info.
~J and A
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Pictures Are Up!!!!!!!
Hi everybody! Sorry, but if you haven't noticed, it has been a little while since I have written anything in this. I was forbidden by the wife to show this to anyone until she had her pictures up. As you can see, they are up. And I'm back.
Tomorrow we have a doctors appointment, I am 90% sure that we will get to see the little one face to... uh, face? I have a feeling that the little one will moon me or do some other such crude thing to us. It is an O'Neil after all. I'm not really sure what else we do on that visit. The last time we went in was to hear the heartbeat. We were grinning like idiots that day. I just remember that it was REALLY fast. They said the baby was still really small, so how come it needed to beat like that? It's not like the blood had all that far to go. It would be like sprinting from your car to your front door after work, just for the hell of it. Pointless waste of energy. Come to think of it, makes me a little worried. If that's its resting heartrate then what will happen when the kid actually exercises? It's going to be tough to keep the hot dogs away from this lardo.
And on other news in the Should Have Been Told That front. I found out today that when you have a young infant, they can get what was put so eloquently to me as Flat Head. That's right. Flat Head. As in My baby sleeps so much, he now has a Flat Head. "Perfectly normal" they say. I say nay nay. I know the babies head will take on some interesting shapes shortly after birth. THAT is normal and something I will understand as something I can't change. This Flat Head thing went out of style back with the series of Indian tribes in Oregon who actually did this on purpose. This went out of style with them when Lewis and Clark walked up, saw the Flat Heads, and asked them politely "what the fuck?". At this point, the looked at each other and realized they didn't have a good answer, and so they stopped doing it. All of a sudden it is back, not due to style, but due to indifference. How far gone are we as a society when the parents walk in, see a previously round head a wee bit squarish, and just say "it happens". Not this guy. And if it does, expect to see me on the front page, holding a baby and a toilet plunger. You get the idea.
Aga decided to watch the Superbowl with me this year. She took pity on me for my almost complete lack of friends. I will say this, I have never eaten a healthier Superbowl spread in my life. And yes it was delicious. Thank god someone beat Tom Brady, I am so tired of all the Bullsh-
Sorry, I am being reminded that this is a Baby Blog so some of that can wait until I start a Football Blog.
We get to go to Canada at the end of the month for a skiing trip to Mt. Tremblant. This was billed to me as the Whistler Of The East Coast... Except they all speak French. Due to the Wife's status as mothership, she is barred from all skiing activities. Lots of hot cocoa in her future.
On a completely related subject that is in no way a course deviation. I have found the BEST WAY TO MAKE COCOA IN THE WORLD. I swear I am not making this up. Aga has me hooked on Whole Milk. What we used to call HOMO milk back in the day, until some gay cow organization got a problem with it. So I nuke the whole milk until hot, add the cocoa, and (BAM!) put a slight amount of cayenne pepper in it. I mean it when I say slight. I make it in a huge mug with 2 packets of cocoa and even then 1/8th of a teaspoon is too much. It makes it so you don't taste the pepper but you can feel it a little. What a difference it makes. I have a feeling the French/Canadian types might look at me strangely when I order it. But screw them, They're the French ones.
Other than that, we really don't have a whole lot going on. So I will make sure to keep going when we have news.
Oh yeah, I turned 28.
Woot
Tomorrow we have a doctors appointment, I am 90% sure that we will get to see the little one face to... uh, face? I have a feeling that the little one will moon me or do some other such crude thing to us. It is an O'Neil after all. I'm not really sure what else we do on that visit. The last time we went in was to hear the heartbeat. We were grinning like idiots that day. I just remember that it was REALLY fast. They said the baby was still really small, so how come it needed to beat like that? It's not like the blood had all that far to go. It would be like sprinting from your car to your front door after work, just for the hell of it. Pointless waste of energy. Come to think of it, makes me a little worried. If that's its resting heartrate then what will happen when the kid actually exercises? It's going to be tough to keep the hot dogs away from this lardo.
And on other news in the Should Have Been Told That front. I found out today that when you have a young infant, they can get what was put so eloquently to me as Flat Head. That's right. Flat Head. As in My baby sleeps so much, he now has a Flat Head. "Perfectly normal" they say. I say nay nay. I know the babies head will take on some interesting shapes shortly after birth. THAT is normal and something I will understand as something I can't change. This Flat Head thing went out of style back with the series of Indian tribes in Oregon who actually did this on purpose. This went out of style with them when Lewis and Clark walked up, saw the Flat Heads, and asked them politely "what the fuck?". At this point, the looked at each other and realized they didn't have a good answer, and so they stopped doing it. All of a sudden it is back, not due to style, but due to indifference. How far gone are we as a society when the parents walk in, see a previously round head a wee bit squarish, and just say "it happens". Not this guy. And if it does, expect to see me on the front page, holding a baby and a toilet plunger. You get the idea.
Aga decided to watch the Superbowl with me this year. She took pity on me for my almost complete lack of friends. I will say this, I have never eaten a healthier Superbowl spread in my life. And yes it was delicious. Thank god someone beat Tom Brady, I am so tired of all the Bullsh-
Sorry, I am being reminded that this is a Baby Blog so some of that can wait until I start a Football Blog.
We get to go to Canada at the end of the month for a skiing trip to Mt. Tremblant. This was billed to me as the Whistler Of The East Coast... Except they all speak French. Due to the Wife's status as mothership, she is barred from all skiing activities. Lots of hot cocoa in her future.
On a completely related subject that is in no way a course deviation. I have found the BEST WAY TO MAKE COCOA IN THE WORLD. I swear I am not making this up. Aga has me hooked on Whole Milk. What we used to call HOMO milk back in the day, until some gay cow organization got a problem with it. So I nuke the whole milk until hot, add the cocoa, and (BAM!) put a slight amount of cayenne pepper in it. I mean it when I say slight. I make it in a huge mug with 2 packets of cocoa and even then 1/8th of a teaspoon is too much. It makes it so you don't taste the pepper but you can feel it a little. What a difference it makes. I have a feeling the French/Canadian types might look at me strangely when I order it. But screw them, They're the French ones.
Other than that, we really don't have a whole lot going on. So I will make sure to keep going when we have news.
Oh yeah, I turned 28.
Woot
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Baby names
Most of you probably already know but we can't not post here :). We've chosen these long before we even planned for a baby this year. The girl's middle name has been in question the entire time but we've finally made a decision:
Boy: Harland James
Girl: Maja Magdalena (pronounced same as Maya/Maia)
We also decided not to find out the gender beforehand so we will have to wait until delivery time to see what comes out :).
Boy: Harland James
Girl: Maja Magdalena (pronounced same as Maya/Maia)
We also decided not to find out the gender beforehand so we will have to wait until delivery time to see what comes out :).
Wanna see what a bloated belly looks like??
About 6 weeks along
About 7 weeks along
About 12 weeks along
Friday, December 28, 2007
"My Vergina Is Burning" and other interesting quotes
Hey everybody. I need to start this by saying "I Love My Wife". But ever since she has gotten pregnant, I have noticed her getting some what..... unintelligent.
On the average day before we were expecting, she was the Michael Jordan to my Scottie Pippen. This girl was just always on top of things. Now?... Not so much. But as a completely great side effect, her sense of humor has gone through the roof! And not just funny but quick about it too. She may not remember what she ate for breakfast, but she will beat me to the punchline with something that is actually funny. We have been making fun of her "Farrah" moments by saying that the baby is hungry and just going after the brains. All I know is it keeps things interesting.
So far the worst part, by far, is her sense of smell/taste. I will create a culinary masterpiece and it might as well be a bowl of gizzards. Tonight I made steak and was told it tasted like liver. LIVER! And for some reason it smelled like fish to her when it was cooking.
I can't wait until the baby starts kicking her.
We get to go back in to the doctor in a week or so for another checkup. I almost didn't make it through the first one. It started out with 20 questions and ended with my wife laying naked on a table, getting probed by the female doctor. Every man's fantasy right? Wrong. So so so wrong. See when the baby is that small, they really can't see it by the conventional, I saw that on T.V. sort of way. They have to do it internally. And that is all I have to say about that. And holy Christ the breast exam?!? I was like "hey Lady, ease down. She just told you they were sore". But there went the Doc. Kneading away on my wife's chest like it was a ball of sourdough.
To all the Women who have ever had a child, I salute You.
The cool part was, NONE of the "expecting father" books say a single word about this crap. I now know why. There is no way you could drag a man into that. It was like "Alien Autopsy" in there. I couldn't look her in the eye for the rest of the day. Little hint to the publishers: That is Need to Know Information.
Speaking of those books, why? Why include all the useless info? Like the whole chapter dedicated to what she should and shouldn't eat. HAH! The chapter should be titled "What She Should and Shouldn't Eat: It's not up to you anyway." Maybe it should instead put stuff in like the difference between a changing table and a simple, old fashioned flat surface. Or how about a nice couple of lines about Breast pumps (how NOT to snicker).
Well, all I know is that the next appointment can't be worse than that one. We'll keep you posted.
On the average day before we were expecting, she was the Michael Jordan to my Scottie Pippen. This girl was just always on top of things. Now?... Not so much. But as a completely great side effect, her sense of humor has gone through the roof! And not just funny but quick about it too. She may not remember what she ate for breakfast, but she will beat me to the punchline with something that is actually funny. We have been making fun of her "Farrah" moments by saying that the baby is hungry and just going after the brains. All I know is it keeps things interesting.
So far the worst part, by far, is her sense of smell/taste. I will create a culinary masterpiece and it might as well be a bowl of gizzards. Tonight I made steak and was told it tasted like liver. LIVER! And for some reason it smelled like fish to her when it was cooking.
I can't wait until the baby starts kicking her.
We get to go back in to the doctor in a week or so for another checkup. I almost didn't make it through the first one. It started out with 20 questions and ended with my wife laying naked on a table, getting probed by the female doctor. Every man's fantasy right? Wrong. So so so wrong. See when the baby is that small, they really can't see it by the conventional, I saw that on T.V. sort of way. They have to do it internally. And that is all I have to say about that. And holy Christ the breast exam?!? I was like "hey Lady, ease down. She just told you they were sore". But there went the Doc. Kneading away on my wife's chest like it was a ball of sourdough.
To all the Women who have ever had a child, I salute You.
The cool part was, NONE of the "expecting father" books say a single word about this crap. I now know why. There is no way you could drag a man into that. It was like "Alien Autopsy" in there. I couldn't look her in the eye for the rest of the day. Little hint to the publishers: That is Need to Know Information.
Speaking of those books, why? Why include all the useless info? Like the whole chapter dedicated to what she should and shouldn't eat. HAH! The chapter should be titled "What She Should and Shouldn't Eat: It's not up to you anyway." Maybe it should instead put stuff in like the difference between a changing table and a simple, old fashioned flat surface. Or how about a nice couple of lines about Breast pumps (how NOT to snicker).
Well, all I know is that the next appointment can't be worse than that one. We'll keep you posted.
The Day The Earth Stood Still....
Okay, It's taken me a while to get this going. But Aga's foot in my butt is becoming too uncomfortable. The night we found out we were pregnant, I sat down and wrote a small couple of lines to record for all posterity the greatest night of our lives, all from my point of view. So here It is, uncut and in all It's glory!!!
Day 1, aka November the 20 in the year of our lord 2007.
I have 2 words right now... Holy and Shit. The wife and I have just found out that we are pregnant. Or, as I would have said in my former years, “About to get fat”. Part of me is thinking that She has finally figured out how to pull a really good trick on me, the other part is really freaking warm from the half glass of rum that went down so smoothly an hour ago. Honestly, the only way I am staying sane right now is knowing that my wife is going to make the best mother I could ever imagine. I really want to just start calling everybody in the world, but we have agreed to only tell our parents in a very special card that will include our sonogram. So that puts off any contact with the outside world about the subject until a few weeks at the least. I kind of feel bad about having to be secret about it until then, it will be lonely in a way that I can only imagine two people marooned on a desert island must feel. But then again, Aga and I are used to it by now. And besides, It is going to make my Mom pee a little when she gets the card out of the blue.
July 30th is the date that we have figured out so far for Aga to drop. Thank god we didn't have a kid in January, that would have made something like 14 and a half family birthdays all in one month. But, if there is one thing my Wife does well, it is making plans. And holy crap I am writing about having a kid... In the present tense no less. It is just such an unreal feeling. It's always been something that happened to other people, like kidney stones or a goiter. This time it's Me that get to pass out cigars and comment on the weather over a barbecue while drinking something strong. And all the while the Wife has a horde of women doing her every chore, while giving her a pedicure and laying treasures at her feet. And sure I realize that is all illusory, and that I can forget the part about cigars, barbecue, and weather. Time to start laying in a supply of Pickles and Bacon because that is what my Woman loves. I will have to remember to read up on proper nail care, I get the strange feeling that my name is quickly going to start with a B and end with an iotch.
Worth it.....
Day 1, aka November the 20 in the year of our lord 2007.
I have 2 words right now... Holy and Shit. The wife and I have just found out that we are pregnant. Or, as I would have said in my former years, “About to get fat”. Part of me is thinking that She has finally figured out how to pull a really good trick on me, the other part is really freaking warm from the half glass of rum that went down so smoothly an hour ago. Honestly, the only way I am staying sane right now is knowing that my wife is going to make the best mother I could ever imagine. I really want to just start calling everybody in the world, but we have agreed to only tell our parents in a very special card that will include our sonogram. So that puts off any contact with the outside world about the subject until a few weeks at the least. I kind of feel bad about having to be secret about it until then, it will be lonely in a way that I can only imagine two people marooned on a desert island must feel. But then again, Aga and I are used to it by now. And besides, It is going to make my Mom pee a little when she gets the card out of the blue.
July 30th is the date that we have figured out so far for Aga to drop. Thank god we didn't have a kid in January, that would have made something like 14 and a half family birthdays all in one month. But, if there is one thing my Wife does well, it is making plans. And holy crap I am writing about having a kid... In the present tense no less. It is just such an unreal feeling. It's always been something that happened to other people, like kidney stones or a goiter. This time it's Me that get to pass out cigars and comment on the weather over a barbecue while drinking something strong. And all the while the Wife has a horde of women doing her every chore, while giving her a pedicure and laying treasures at her feet. And sure I realize that is all illusory, and that I can forget the part about cigars, barbecue, and weather. Time to start laying in a supply of Pickles and Bacon because that is what my Woman loves. I will have to remember to read up on proper nail care, I get the strange feeling that my name is quickly going to start with a B and end with an iotch.
Worth it.....
Baby O'Neil is on the way....
We are very excited to announce that we are expecting a baby for next summer. Our due date is August 1st so Aga might just get her wish and have an 08/08 baby!
Stay tuned for updates!
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