We heard a heartbeat!!!

It was pretty strong - and kinda cool. It's weird to think that there's a little something growing inside of me (many people my age who grew up with the movie "Alien" where something comes out of Sigourney Weaver's belly and tries to bite her can relate). My imagination gets to me sometimes...

We heard the heartbeat on Monday - which was good. The last TWO times we went to the doctor he couldn't find it (at 12 weeks and 14 weeks) so when we got there for our last check-up at 16 weeks, we were glad to finally hear a SUPER strong heartbeat - I guess our baby was just hiding & playing games, but now it's too big to do that anymore!

Speaking of too big - it's about 6 inches now (that's 15 cm for you metric types) - sometimes I hold my fingers that wide apart on my belly and think "How can something that big be in there, and I can't feel it yet?" And then I realize that for many months my sleep will be interrupted by feeling it move, and I realize I can't complain.

When we were listening to the heartbeat the doctor said "can you hear that...it's going "it's a boy, it's a boy, it's a boy", Brad, of course had to correct him and tell him it's a girl, but we'll see who's right in the end. Guessing games are fun, and I'm glad we don't know - it makes it more fun this way in my opinion.

Superheroes of the world...UNITE!!!

Brad and I were talking yesterday about great comedy improv superheroes and their super side kicks. We were inspired by Stephen Colbert who said he was going to have a hyperbole competition with George Clooney that was going to be the most amazing incredible competition EVER...(or something along those lines). So, we've joked about this before and came up with "Delayed Reaction Man" and his sidekick "Jumps to Conclusion Boy". Yesterday the hero we came up with was "Hyperbole Man" and his faithful sidekick "Over-reaction Boy". Could you imagine?

"Over-Reaction Boy - the garbage truck hasn't come yet - this is the most horrible thing that has ever happened - "

"Oh no!! We're going to be over-run with garbage in a week, our city will be destroyed within the month, quick, we need to start eating garbage to save the planet!!"

"Over-Reaction Boy - put that that tin can you're eating down. Here comes the garbage truck"

and on and on...

Do you have any fun suggestions for ridiculous superheroes, or their fabulous sidekicks?

You know...

I've realized that almost all of my posts either have ... in the title or !!!

How about that for random.

Otherwise - I'm tired, make that exhausted - so tired that last night I couldn't even comprehend dinner beyond what was easily accessible from the spot I'd crashed onto on the couch. Ketchup chips & peanuts...yum...not feeling so great either - just blah all around this week.

*sigh*

I'm still just DEB...

It was a tough week to be telling everyone we're expecting, because I've been so busy with OTHER things at the same time that it's been hard for me to be excited about stuff (I don't know how excited I'll be, after all, there's a whole lot of responsibility involved with a baby...) ANYWAY, it's becoming apparent that being pregnant and people knowing means a whole lot of things that I wasn't hoping it would mean. Here's just a FEW examples from the last week:
*Being called mom or my personal non-favourite "Preggers" rather than Deb. Suddenly I have completely lost my identity.
*The entire span of my conversations with most people go from "so how far along are you" to "when I gave birth..." and that's about it.
*On the opening night of my play (which I spent hours and months on - based entirely on my skills in theatre and directing) what gets announced to the entire audience? That I'm pregnant. Oh yeah...I wasn't asked beforehand...
*"Are you sure that's good for the baby?" A question I heard from someone who's basically a stranger...how is this your business? Are you really calling me a bad mother?? (If I'm to pull it to the extreme)
*Belly touching...from aquaintances...men...people invading my personal space just to touch my belly, even though at this point, my baby is so LOW down that if someone ACTUALLY wanted to pat my baby I could sue them for sexual harassment.
*Suddenly there's a whole lot of personal space and personal questions that people feel they can ask just because I'm going to give birth to our child (and it has no connection with those people who are invading).

What do I like? That Brad & I are finally both able to accept the fact that we're pregnant. That we can talk about the baby and it's a good thing. That I can look at pictures of the ultrasound and know that little baby's ours (I also love it when people tell me the picture looks like me...and I say it looks like his father, of COURSE). That although I'm tired & feeling just weird, there's still the knowledge that this pregnancy seems to be working, and that's a great thing. God is good, even when people are insensitive.