While running some errands around town:
Emily: Hey, maybe we should stop and grab a bite to eat first.
Eric: Let's get this done first and then . . .
Emily: Have I mentioned I get a little homicidal-feeling when I'm hungry?
Eric: Or, um, yeah, we could eat now. Now sounds great, Dear.
While watching the movie P.S. I Love You:
Eric: Are you crying?
Eric: Why? This part isn't sad at all!!!
Emily: Yes it is!
Eric: (taking a better look) You've been crying for a while!
Emily: Yeah, a little . . . for the last hour.
Eric: But, the movie has only been playing for 40 minutes!?!
Emily: (sniff, sniff) But I already knew the story line.
On any given day:
Eric: Have you had a nap?
On any given day:
Eric: You should probably take a nap.
Upon examining the freezer contents:
Eric: I thought we had ice cream.
Emily: Yeah, we DID.
At the doctor's office, after an exam (translated from Portuguese):
Doctor: You need to not eat. You don't need to gain weight.
Inside Eric's Head: Oh good grief, did she really just say that to my wife? Please, please, please Lord, let my wife not kill this doctor right now. I cannot deal with Brasilian police right now. Maybe Emily didn't understand that. Yeah. Please, please, please Lord let Emily not understand Portuguese right now.
(Yeah, really. A doctor said that. But more about that another day.)
Waking Emily up from a nap:
Eric: (in his most gentle voice) Hey Sweetie, how are you feeling?
Emily: A little bit like I want to puke on you right now.
While watching an American Football game on TV real late at night (like, you know, 8:30 pm or so):
Eric: Oh, man! That was a great play! Hey Babe, did you see that?
Emily: Zzzzzzzzz Zzzzzzzzzz
On a Sunday morning:
Eric: Hey Babe, you awake?
Emily: (rubbing her eyes) Huh?
Eric: (surveying the situation at hand) How about you stay here, I'll make some breakfast, and bring it to bed.
Emily: (rolling over and going back to sleep) Huh? Yeah. Okay. Zzzzzzzz
At the ultrasound lab Monday (translated from Portuguese):
Doctor: (pointing things out on the screen) And there are two feet, there are the two legs, there is the spinal column, there are the two arms, two hands . . . and that is one nice strong heartbeat!
Eric and Emily: (speechless, just great big grins plastered on their faces)
Eric: (after a few more moments and breathing a deep sigh of relief) Oh, thank God! There's only one!
(I've had a couple friends have twins in the last year.)
Yep, that's right! Eric and Emily are about to start a whole new adventure! Z Baby is supposed to make his/her grand appearance on the scene around April 11. We couldn't be more excited!
What we saw on the ultrasound screen was so much clearer and better than what you can make out in the fuzzy printout. You could literally count fingers and toes and see facial features. Z Baby looks much less alien-ish and much more human-like in real life! He/She was busy kicking, waving, and rolling around during the ultrasound . . . it was just too cute!
To answer all the inevitable questions:
-We are 12 weeks along as of Sunday.
-No, we didn't just find out. We were waiting until the end of the first trimester to share the big news.
-Yes, we planned this.
-Yes, we plan to have Z Baby in Brasil.
-"Z Baby" is a play on "the baby" and our last name, which starts with the letter Z. I made it up so I don't have to call our child "it" right now.
-Yes, he/she will have dual citizenship.
-Yes, we plan on finding out whether it's a boy or a girl through ultrasound. We don't have the patience to wait until birth - way too excited!
-Yes, we are very comfortable with the doctors and hospitals here.
-I am doing great and feeling good, just tired.
-No, I haven't gained any weight yet, but my current weight has shifted around a good bit. :) I'm totally losing my waist!
-With the exceptions of a few days early on, I've been blessed to have missed out on morning sickness - thanks to a low dose B6 vitamin the doctor prescribed after a couple sick days.
-Eric has been an awesome Daddy-to-be! He's gone to all of my doctor's appointments with me, to the ultrasound, and even to the lab when they had to draw something like 87 vials of blood. He tries to make sure I get a nap in (although that's sort of like making sure a two year old takes a nap . . . everyone's happier that way.) He only picks on me a little bit about my insane sleepiness, my all-of-a-sudden-can't-wait-one-more-second-to-eat hunger, my lack of patience these days, and my desire to sleep instead of, oh I don't know, mop the floor, clean the bathroom, or wash the dishes or doing something strenuous, like watching TV. I'm hoping that as I enter my second trimester I can gain some energy back and get back to pampering my hubby a little. But meanwhile, he's been incredible!
-Yes, I realize some of you are going to kill us for making you to find out this way. My sincerest apologies. Just. too. tired. to. spend. all. day. calling. (Yawn!)