his side » there you were
A doctor’s visit yesterday that made this a whole new game. I know more about the bean than ever and have to remind myself not to wish this time away.
Watch this.
View on Vimeo.
There you have it. The bean has a name.
More soon as this all becomes more real, but let’s leave a little time for this to sink in first…
[Link]his side » dear little bean…
I saw you for the first time today.
I can’t get over the enormity of that statement.
It seems like we (Americans, Westerners, Humans…I don’t know) have lost the awe of the fact that you were not and now you are. You were there almost a month before we even knew and, to be honest, you were a bit of a surprise. Now, I can’t imagine you not being there, in your mom, patiently growing and preparing for an inundation of love and attention you could never imagine.
This is a process that has been in place since creation, but for me, it is so new and unfamiliar. You’re doing strange and not-so-wonderful things to your mom’s body and, even though there’s more medical knowledge in this glowing screen than there was in all of Harvard 50 years ago, every change triggers that is this normal? panic.
It was great to hear today that you (and your mom) are healthy and progressing just as expected. I’m sure this is just the first of many panic attacks induced by your mom’s worry and my inability to experience any of this first-hand (no complaints!). We saw you on a screen; you didn’t look like much - certainly not like the high-resolution pictures the nurse inundated us with today.
But it was you.
My bean.
I saw you today and, by Thanksgiving, I’ll be holding you.
I saw your little heart beat and I don’t think I’ve experienced much in my life so amazing. Even though science has corrected the Ancients’ notion that the heart is the seat of our emotions - the location of our soul, I think its fitting and so beatifully symbolic that your heart forms so early.
Your mom can attest to the fact that I am impatient and these next seven months will be trying. We’ve got a lot of work to do, so keep doing what you’re doing. I’ll do my best to wait patiently. I can’t wait for my little bean to sprout.
his side » gobble, gobble
[Originally written 23 March 2009]
According to Meghan’s calculations, the bean will sprout on 22 November (If I remember correctly). That’s why we sent the following to my parents yesterday:
Can’t wait for the call that they got it. M’s parents will get the card Thursday when they visit.
[Link]his side » a minus sign means negative, right?
[originally written 22 March 2009]
“Turn the light on!”
“You turn the light on.”
“Baby, turn the light on now!”
“Just tell me what you need to tell me!”
“Turn the light on!”
“Fine,” I said, as I rolled over to turn the light on, forgetting I told her to wake me up that morning. It was the pregancy test I encouraged her to take. As I fought to wake up, a small pink line came into focus. ”A minus sign means negative, right?”
“Look at the second line.”
“Does that mean what I think it means?”
It did.
As of today, Meghan is 5 weeks pregnant and I could not be more excited! For the last three years or more, “Someday” was the response I protested with every time we would spy a cute little baby and Meghan would look longingly in my direction. We weren’t trying, but I had stopped caring too much about preventing it.
It’s amazing how quickly this news has altered my perspective already.
I’m going to be a dad!
[Link]his side » How Big is the Bean?
I added a page called How Big is the Bean. It’s the size of a sesame seed right now!
[Link]her side » shhhh…
I’ve got a secret!
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this is his side of the story.
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