Friday, August 19, 2005
Dear Little Embryo,
Your father has come up with a new name for you. We started by calling you Embro. Daddy felt that that was too masculine (as opposed to Embra), so we have split the difference. Henceforth, you will be called Embreu (em-BREW). Or, at least until you are brought into the harsh light of the delivery room. I hope that all this subliminal messaging will not mean that in old age you will drive a Buick (BREW-ick, as Daddy says) and root for Milwaukee (the BREW-ers). He will feel horribly guilty if that happens, I'm sure.
Yesterday was our first obstetrics appointment with Dr. Sandifer. A lovely lady took an internal ultrasound, and there you were. A little blurry dot on the screen. While I was very excited to see you there — in the right spot and everything — it still seems strange to me. We are scheduled to go back in two weeks, where we will be able to see baby you with a heart beat and everything. I think that seeing THAT will bring it closer to home for me. Especially since you really have not made your presence known in any other ways just yet — except for the having to pee every 10 minutes.
Dr. Sandifer seems very nice. He answered the few questions I had the way I had hoped he would, which was a relief. But honestly, I was so nervous to be talking to a real obstetrician about you that I forgot a lot of what I wanted to say. That, plus the fact that we had spent two and a half HOURS waiting to see the doctor.
According to the very nice nurse who did the ultrasound (you remember her - she shined a bright light at you!), you were 5 weeks and 1 day old yesterday. Which means, you started your little journey with us on Daddy's birthday. He was so excited to find this out, and felt it was very fitting. . .
The other good news we got was that we should feel comfortable telling people about you after our next appointment. Which means the visit home for the Funk's wedding anniversary party will be particularly eventful. I was intent on telling everyone in person — it just wouldn't be the same, having to tell the family over the phone. Now, I can hardly wait for September 16 to get here. It has be SO DIFFICULT not to tell the families, especially (for me) the Jeffries side. They represent half of your genetics, and are going to be SO EXCITED, and I can hardly wait to see the looks on their faces.
Grandma and Grandpa Jeffries are planning to visit us in November. I am guessing that after we tell them about you, we will see them October, November, December, etc. I think that Daddy and I are going to wait to paint your room until they are here. We could use the help, and I am sure they would like to help out with something having to do with you.
Well, little one, please keep up all the growing you have been doing. Mommy really loves being able to eat whatever, and loves not getting nauseous. Keep up all your good work in there!