Hello yet to be named child of ours. Today your Mom's doctor confirmed what at least 8 pregnancy tests had us suspecting - she's pregnant with you. This blog is the first of what I am sure are many things I'll one day do to embarass you (as all good Dads strive to do). My hope is that Google stays in business long enough for you to learn how to read so you can actually check these entries out and find out what was going on while you were going from embryo to human. Otherwise I'll have to retell these tales from memory and who knows how accurately I'll remember this when you're old enough to understand it. I know your grandparents don't recall much from my own incubation...
Currently my iPhone app tells me you are the size of a blue berry and are starting to develop a heart. Next week we have our first ultrasound scheduled where we'll hopefully hear that heart beating for the first time. I stress the singular heart. Your mother's family has a history of twins and triplets so we're hoping that there's just one of you in there. While we're planning on more than one child (only children are so spoiled!) we'd prefer not to have more than one child all at once.
I guess a pretty good story to tell you would be the story of how we told our parents that we were pregenant. It was right before Christmas and we were about to head to Augusta to spend the holiday with my family and we were debating if we were going to tell people so early (you were only like 6 weeks old at the time). Of course our eagerness to share this good news overrode our desire to be cautious in the first trimester and we decided that we had to tell our families especially since we were going to be seeing my parents in person.
So that night we went over to Grandpa & Grandma Reining's house under the ruse that we were giving Scott his birthday card before we left Chicago for Augusta cause his gift was something he'd probably want to use while we were gone. Inside the card we had written "you're going to be a grandfather" to surprise him. The problem was that once we got over there it took him forever to open the card! Grandma Penny kept talking about their Christmas decorations and showing us our stockings and Scott kept forgetting about the card in his hand! Finally he opened it and instead of reading the message we had written he was reading the punchline of the card (it was something about golfing in hell). Penny is still talking about how cute of a card it was when Scott finally read that he was going to be a grandfather and went "Whoaoaaaoooo!!" or something like it. Then Penny got it too and there was a bunch of shouting and hugging and some misty eyes (including your Dad...). Then we swore them to secrecy! Which currently is killing them. They want to tell somebody, anybody so bad!
Jump forward a couple days and we're in Augusta with my family. We decide the card thing worked so well on the Reinings that we'd pull it on my parents too. We rush out to Target and buy a Christmas card with a dauchshund on it (which is sort of a thing we did with Grandma Marsie - always get her a card with dauchshunds on it). Inside we write the same "you're going to be grandparents" thing on it and I give it to her saying that she could probably use it tonight and that I knew Uncle Chris and Aunt Kim had already gotten her the same card and I wanted to give it to her first (Target had a limited selection of Dauchsund themed cards you see...). She opens it and enjoys the cute dogs on it befor reading the actual message and she starts shouting like a mad woman. Again more hugs and teary eyes. Chris and Erin were there at the time too so they knew but they wanted to keep it a secret from Kim all weekend. That lasted about 4 seconds after Kim got to the house and I think Erin blabed it.
So that's how our immediate family found out that you were on the way. Actually I don't know how you mom told her brother so I guess you'll have to ask her. Hopefully she remembers cause she doesn't have this cool blog like I do :)
Love ya kid and can't wait to meet you August 26th, 2012.
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