Tuesday, January 13, 2009


This post is dedicated to my wife, who unlike several couples' blogs I follow has not been a contributing writer thus far to this space.  Driving like a crazy person all over the Southeast for the past two months has given me a lot of time to ponder things that sometimes get glanced over in my busy day to day life.  The quality of this woman is definitely an overdue subject for a post.

She has really been a trooper through this whole process so far and I couldn't be more proud of her and certain that I married the right woman.

Early on it was tough for her.  She got sick, A LOT.  She was losing weight early on in the pregnancy because she couldn't keep food down. There was a point when her meal would consist of a bite of a pork chop and 5 lima beans....literally.  On several occasions I recall her having a window where she felt okay and thought of something she really wanted to eat.  At that point I was like, OKAY and ----->BAM out the door to get whatever it was, hoping she would be able to get a full meal down.  It was always hard to see the dissappointment in her eyes when after one bite of an egg roll and a sip of egg drop soup, she knew that was it, no more food.

Luckily this period of sickness has passed and she has regained her appetite and ability to eat small portions and keep them down.  Interestingly her sweet tooth has disappeared totally.  I could only hope that as a pregnant female or just as a male for that matter craved healthy things like cucumber, celery, carrotts, just plain.  When a pregnant wife says to you, "I want celery," then celery it is, as much as you like!

Then there was the whole early scan scare discussed in earlier posts.  Even with our dual thoughts, fears, and anxieties, she was always there to be a rock for me after I had done my shift of doing so for her.  We say often that we make an okay team, and believe me, she doesn't blink when shouldering her part of the load, and then some.

Through all of this, growing belly, sleepless nights, uncertainty, fatigue, and sickness, she still gets up every morning at 5:15(ish) and leaves the house by 6:00(ish) ;) to drive an hour and work a full day lifting patients who are paralyzed on one side, teaching a recent amputee how to walk, and encouraging trauma patients as they regain use of their shattered limbs on the road to recovery.  She does this, every day, and with a smile on her face.  She doesn't complain about the work, doesn't complain about the drive, doesn't complain about being the sole breadwinner for our fledgling family.  

The most she ever says is, "I'm tired today." 

The most she asks for is a nap when she needs it and she has a blanket and a dog that are always happy to oblige.

I know she will be a fantastic mother, there is no doubt about that.  She comes from a family of top-notch loving human beings and has amazed me every day for the past ten years leading up to this point with her honesty, love, moral compass, work ethic, and endless optimism.  I couldn't ask for better qualities to be instilled into any child much less my own.

No matter what I try to do to help out, as a husband how can I repay a woman like this who in addition to doing all the admirable things above is carrying my first child??!!!  I feel like it is a futile effort.  With this post being a very small testament of my appreciation I'd also like to add:  Thank you, I love you.

Glowing at about 19 weeks.

Monday, January 5, 2009

What's in a Name?

So the name, I said we'd talk about it more later. We thought we were golden. The sex of the baby wouldn't be a surprise but the grandparents would have their surprise when they met their new grandchild. It would make it even more special, we thought, if we thought of a good family name that might bring a tear to an eye or two. Everyone in our family loves a surprise, right? We already covered that.

Boy were we wrong.

Bordering on rage......only a slight exaggeration. Preface: We love everyone in our family and we are so fortunate to get along so well with all of our loved ones. We have pretty good communication with our loved ones as well. Again, fortunate. But man, did we blow this one.....

"It's a girl...."

"AHHHH!!!!! I'm so excited, a little girl, how cute!!! AHHHH!!!! Have you guys thought of any names yet?"

"We have some in mind, but we are gonna let the name be a surprise since everyone will know the sex."

......Abrupt record stop/screech sound......

"Do what? You aren't going to tell us the name? Are you kidding? I bet that was ______'s idea."

"Actually it wasn't his idea."

"But ________, you know the sex, you know what color to buy, that's really all you need, we want you to have some surprise!!!"

"But I want to know the name."

"Well, we're sorry we thought this would be something special for everyone to have one more little surprise."


Holy Moly. Names, places, and PHI have been left out to avoid repercussions, which I'm sure are imminent anyway, but this is the pregnancy from a Dad's perspective so hang with me.

We thought the storm would blow over, the brimstone would pass, wrong again. I guess I just can't wrap my mind around how important monogrammed things are for babies. Let me let you know right now, THEY ARE FREAKING IMPORTANT.

Setting: Baby shower for a friend of my lovely wife
Circumstances: Subtle hostility
Result: On the blog for other's educational benefit

"Oh my gosh, thank you so much for this monogrammed diaper bag, I absolutely love it!"

"Hey, ________ isn't that cute???"

"Yes, it is gorgeous, but too bad you won't be able to get one like that because you won't tell anyone the name."

"Oh wow, I love this monogrammed towel for the baby, it will be so cute at bathtime!"

"You know, you're only getting plain towels."

Ha ha, all in good fun, love joking around. But it starts to mount after about 200 or so references and reminders of how information is being with-held.

We caved, totally caved. Not at all worth it. The name wasn't a surprise for us, we knew the name. We were doing it for everyone else because we thought we had spoiled tradition and everyone's fun by finding out the sex. We thought we were doing a good thing.

It didn't turn out that way, and that is fine, we weren't upset at all, the whole thing was just comical because a) we totally misread the situation and b) because of the passion we encountered.

The moral of the story for any future first time parents:

1. If there is information to be had about the baby, you can bet loved ones will want it. ALL OF IT.
2. It isn't worth it to try and keep a surprise intact once they sniff blood in the water.

Below are some pics that I labeled up at the request of some readers. They are from the most recent 16 week Ultrasound that was in the last post. You can click on the pictures to enlarge and see the labels.

Scroll down past the pics below for the big reveal.........

Coronal Section of head and chest


Kickin back with feet crossed

Drumroll please....

We are going to name our baby girl.....

Peyton Anne Morgan

It struck our fancy, and pending the baby stays female we think will suit her very well.