I know I've been completely MIA since before Thanksgiving. Two reasons:
1) Our POS computer from 2004 decided to crap out on us and we've been struggling to save and recover things before it completely explodes; and
2) I've been suffering from a major baby hangover all day and night. That's right - I'm preggers! Our little nugget (or Murfey, as he/she has been affectionately called by Auntie Blow) is due July 11, 2012! (my doc says July 13th, but I disagree and can't bear the thought of dealing with all-day-never-ending-not-just-morning sickness an additional two days, so I'm sticking with the 11th)
1) Our POS computer from 2004 decided to crap out on us and we've been struggling to save and recover things before it completely explodes; and
2) I've been suffering from a major baby hangover all day and night. That's right - I'm preggers! Our little nugget (or Murfey, as he/she has been affectionately called by Auntie Blow) is due July 11, 2012! (my doc says July 13th, but I disagree and can't bear the thought of dealing with all-day-never-ending-not-just-morning sickness an additional two days, so I'm sticking with the 11th)
In the posts that follow, I'll tell what I think is our interesting and unique story of how we got here. Some of it might be TMI, so I apologize if it makes you uncomfortable. I've been so excited to share some of these stories that I actually drafted some of these blog posts weeks (and probably months) ago so that I could remember the details and try to capture some of the real, and often pretty funny, emotions.
I tried to come up with clever ways to initially tell people, but I soon got so exhausted and pukey using my brain that I had to send terribly impersonal emails. I apologize. We broke the exciting news to our immediate families over Thanksgiving, and I think we really shocked them. We were visiting Jeff's fam and got to tell them in person. My fam got the news via telephone and boy did we confuse my already often-confused father. It was pretty hilarious. Here's soon-to-be Grandma and Grandpa Novota holding up the onesie and bib we gave to spill the beans.
I tried to come up with clever ways to initially tell people, but I soon got so exhausted and pukey using my brain that I had to send terribly impersonal emails. I apologize. We broke the exciting news to our immediate families over Thanksgiving, and I think we really shocked them. We were visiting Jeff's fam and got to tell them in person. My fam got the news via telephone and boy did we confuse my already often-confused father. It was pretty hilarious. Here's soon-to-be Grandma and Grandpa Novota holding up the onesie and bib we gave to spill the beans.
My Dear Auntie Blow,
I wanted you to be the first to know,
Your Mur Ny is preggers,
So put away the Jeggers!
I hate Jeggermeister, and I don't think Blow is a big fan, either, but it's the only booze I could think of driving on my way home from work as I dialed her number that I could somehow rhyme with "preggers."
Here's to 2012!
