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Saturday, April 30, 2011
Pregnant in Heels
Apparently the moms' biggest concern is my love for heels. My mom said I should wear flats from now on. I told her TV celebrities wear heels all the time when they are pregnant. Victoria Beckham is 6-7 months pregnant and she wore 7 inch heels to the royal wedding. I will take their concerns into consideration, but they probably shouldn't worry about me wearing 7 inch heels since I couldn't even stand in anything higher than 5 inches pre-pregnancy. :)
Thursday, April 28, 2011
The Brothers
Yesterday I didn't get to tell my other brother, Ruben, the good news since he was at his soccer game. I texted him this morning hoping we could meet for lunch and I could tell him the news. He replied, "Congratulations!!". Um what, how did he know?? Well, my mom was going to burst if she didn't tell someone, and since we had agreed we would keep the news among ourselves until a little more time passed, Ruben was her one and only option. I wish I could have told him in person and seen his reaction, but I couldn't be mad. He told me to take good care of myself. He doesn't say much, but he knows what to say. :)
Yesterday Marco didn't get to tell his brother, Raulito, the good news since he was....hmm, we don't know where he was. Thankfully, Raulito texted Marco this morning so they could meet for lunch, which doesn't happen very often. Marco told Raulito the good news at lunch, and later in the day I saw a status update on Raulito's facebook which said "Hung out with my big brother and it's the best day ever." Made me feel all happy inside.
Yesterday Marco didn't get to tell his brother, Raulito, the good news since he was....hmm, we don't know where he was. Thankfully, Raulito texted Marco this morning so they could meet for lunch, which doesn't happen very often. Marco told Raulito the good news at lunch, and later in the day I saw a status update on Raulito's facebook which said "Hung out with my big brother and it's the best day ever." Made me feel all happy inside.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Hola Bebe!
April 27, 2011
Can it be? I'm 4 days late, and I'm always super regular. We just started trying....actually just STOPPED trying NOT to get pregnant. Well, I need to put an end to this suspense. I'm the only one in suspense by the way, because Marco has no idea I'm late. So after work I stop at the Walgreens by my office, make sure there's no one around that knows me (I don't want the world to find out before even I find out), and sneak to the pregnancy test aisle. Quick. I already know what I am purchasing, I do a lot of online research. Too much. I also visited the Easter aisle to see what was left...Reese's Peanut Butter Easter Eggs and an Easter Decoration. I mean I had to have something else in my basket in case I ran into someone I knew. I'm crazy, I know.
Anyway, Marco is off today but he is out at happy hour with my brother Ramon so when I get home, it's just Chikis, Me, and the pregnancy test. I run to the restroom because I have to pee, and then I stop myself halfway!. Shoot, I have to open this box, read the directions, tear open the packaging. Oh my gosh, I have to pee!!! Finally, much to my relief I quickly figure out what to do and pee on the stick. And not even 30 seconds later there appears one line and then another line!!! Oh my GOD!! We are Pregnant!!! What a feeling, it's indescribable. So I laugh, I cry, I thank God, and I tell Chikis, in that order. She's not very impressed by the news.
I finally settle down and try to figure out how I'm going to tell Marco, and then realize I should take another test just in case. So I gulp down some water and go online for ideas on how to tell Marco. The ideas I find are too complicated, take too long, or involve cooking dinner....none of which I want to do. I have to tell him NOW! By this time he is texting me to meet them at the bar, and I am dying to tell him but I can't let my fingers slip and tell him over text! That'd be horrible. So I can confirm the news with another test and then I finally decide to put my pee stick (I'm sure there's a more refined way to call it) in a long jewelry box and take it to the bar with me, you know, like a gift. Yes, I said take it to the bar.
When I arrive to the bar Marco and Ramon are sitting at the bar. Darn, that's not going to work because I don't want the bartender to listen in. To make matters worse, the bartender comes right up and asks what I'd like to drink...um water. Ramon looks at me like I'm crazy and reminds me that lent is over and I can drink now. After a while, I make up a little lie and tell them I have some gossip, but we have to move to a table where no one can hear us. We walk over to a table and sit down, and I'm ready to pull out my gift...but Marco decides to go to the restroom. This is pure torture I tell you! Finally he comes back and pull out the jewelry box and tell Marco "Happy Seven Month Anniversary!" He opens the box and after a few seconds figures out that he's a dad-to-be. Marco is not a man of many words. He said "nah uh, are you serious?" ,but the teary eyed look expressed more than words could say. He leaned over and kissed me and told me he loved me. Ramon, once he stopped doing whatever he was doing on his phone, was excited as well.
Now I was dying to tell our parents, but who to tell first? Marco suggested we wait until we could get them together, go to dinner and tell them at that time. Pfff, with the schedules our dads have, I might be in labor before we could get them together to tell them the news! I couldn't wait one more HOUR! We flipped a coin to see who we would tell first. It landed on Marco's parents but since his dad wasn't home from work, we headed to my parents. My mom was about to start dinner, so there in the middle of the kitchen where it seems all the memorable moments occur, I took out the jewelry box. My parents were beyond ecstatic with the news. They have been praying, wishing,dreaming, begging for a baby or two or three.
We continued our good news journey to Marco's parents. It took a little longer to give them the news because Marco's dad was busy with work related calls. It seemed like an eternity. I don't remember exactly what we were talking about but celebrating in the backyard came up. I told them we now had a reason for celebration and showed them the gift box. Likewise, they were ecstatic. They have also been praying, wishing, dreaming, begging for a baby.
We are very excited for what the future holds. We just pray for a healthy pregnancy and a healthy bebe.
Can it be? I'm 4 days late, and I'm always super regular. We just started trying....actually just STOPPED trying NOT to get pregnant. Well, I need to put an end to this suspense. I'm the only one in suspense by the way, because Marco has no idea I'm late. So after work I stop at the Walgreens by my office, make sure there's no one around that knows me (I don't want the world to find out before even I find out), and sneak to the pregnancy test aisle. Quick. I already know what I am purchasing, I do a lot of online research. Too much. I also visited the Easter aisle to see what was left...Reese's Peanut Butter Easter Eggs and an Easter Decoration. I mean I had to have something else in my basket in case I ran into someone I knew. I'm crazy, I know.
Anyway, Marco is off today but he is out at happy hour with my brother Ramon so when I get home, it's just Chikis, Me, and the pregnancy test. I run to the restroom because I have to pee, and then I stop myself halfway!. Shoot, I have to open this box, read the directions, tear open the packaging. Oh my gosh, I have to pee!!! Finally, much to my relief I quickly figure out what to do and pee on the stick. And not even 30 seconds later there appears one line and then another line!!! Oh my GOD!! We are Pregnant!!! What a feeling, it's indescribable. So I laugh, I cry, I thank God, and I tell Chikis, in that order. She's not very impressed by the news.
I finally settle down and try to figure out how I'm going to tell Marco, and then realize I should take another test just in case. So I gulp down some water and go online for ideas on how to tell Marco. The ideas I find are too complicated, take too long, or involve cooking dinner....none of which I want to do. I have to tell him NOW! By this time he is texting me to meet them at the bar, and I am dying to tell him but I can't let my fingers slip and tell him over text! That'd be horrible. So I can confirm the news with another test and then I finally decide to put my pee stick (I'm sure there's a more refined way to call it) in a long jewelry box and take it to the bar with me, you know, like a gift. Yes, I said take it to the bar.
When I arrive to the bar Marco and Ramon are sitting at the bar. Darn, that's not going to work because I don't want the bartender to listen in. To make matters worse, the bartender comes right up and asks what I'd like to drink...um water. Ramon looks at me like I'm crazy and reminds me that lent is over and I can drink now. After a while, I make up a little lie and tell them I have some gossip, but we have to move to a table where no one can hear us. We walk over to a table and sit down, and I'm ready to pull out my gift...but Marco decides to go to the restroom. This is pure torture I tell you! Finally he comes back and pull out the jewelry box and tell Marco "Happy Seven Month Anniversary!" He opens the box and after a few seconds figures out that he's a dad-to-be. Marco is not a man of many words. He said "nah uh, are you serious?" ,but the teary eyed look expressed more than words could say. He leaned over and kissed me and told me he loved me. Ramon, once he stopped doing whatever he was doing on his phone, was excited as well.
Picture of Dad-To-Be Once We Returned Home
Now I was dying to tell our parents, but who to tell first? Marco suggested we wait until we could get them together, go to dinner and tell them at that time. Pfff, with the schedules our dads have, I might be in labor before we could get them together to tell them the news! I couldn't wait one more HOUR! We flipped a coin to see who we would tell first. It landed on Marco's parents but since his dad wasn't home from work, we headed to my parents. My mom was about to start dinner, so there in the middle of the kitchen where it seems all the memorable moments occur, I took out the jewelry box. My parents were beyond ecstatic with the news. They have been praying, wishing,dreaming, begging for a baby or two or three.
We continued our good news journey to Marco's parents. It took a little longer to give them the news because Marco's dad was busy with work related calls. It seemed like an eternity. I don't remember exactly what we were talking about but celebrating in the backyard came up. I told them we now had a reason for celebration and showed them the gift box. Likewise, they were ecstatic. They have also been praying, wishing, dreaming, begging for a baby.
We are very excited for what the future holds. We just pray for a healthy pregnancy and a healthy bebe.
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