The End of a Decade to the Birth Year of Our Son

2010 will always be remembered as the year that Greg and I conceived our first born son.  Last night at dinner Greg smiled at me and said:

“Lin – it’s not going to be just me and you anymore. It’s going going to be me and you and Cole.”

In the seven years that Greg and I have been together we’ve made so many amazing memories.  It all began the summer of 2003 when I caught Greg’s attention at a party at Stonehill’s Campus.  Just a guess here, but it might have been due to the fact that I was dancing on a table.   After we were chatting for a while, I can still remember the two traits that made me realize I had to get to know this person better: his calm demeanor and his deep blue eyes.  In order to impress this cute guy I informed him that my parents had a lake house in New Hampshire with two jet skis.  “So if you ever want to come up this summer to hang out…here is my number.”  Naturally, the city boy from Brockton just couldn’t resist the invitation to ride a jet ski and he called the next weekend.

Since then, Greg and I have walked the cobblestone streets of Italy together.  We’ve skied and snowboarded down mountains across New England.  We’ve enjoyed the view from the top of the Empire State Building, and jumped off cliffs in Jamaica.  We’ve gambled in Las Vegas, NV and golfed in Scottsdale, AZ.  We sipped wine at the Chateau Frontenac in Quebec City, and drank hand grenades on Bourbon St. in New Orleans.

We have had some amazing adventures together and the best journey is yet to come! Parenthood is such an exciting next step for us.  As 2010 comes to an end, we are looking ahead to 2011 – the year that our son will be born 🙂  And to conclude this drive down memory line, I will share a recent belly bump picture!

Happy New Year, Everyone!

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30 Weeks and Counting

Each trimester during pregnancy is filled with new sensations and distinct characteristics.  The changes that we experience during the 9-10 month journey are both physical and emotional.

The first trimester for me felt like walking on egg shells.  Every day that the baby-to-be was safe in my belly felt like an accomplishment.  I just kept my mind focused on getting through the 12 week mark when the risk of having a miscarriage drops significantly.  I can remember feeling a sense of panic anytime I felt a twinge of stomach pain!  And even though it went against all logic, I can remember feeling nervous swimming in the lake for fear that I would be kicking my legs to hard and I would hurt the baby.  Looking back this all seems pretty melodramatic and silly.  I should have given more credit to the resilience of the baby and the strength of my body.  I chalk it up to the fact that I was already in love with this little being growing inside of me…and at that point he was only the size of a small shrimp!

I can understand why the second trimester is dubbed “the honeymoon period” now that I’m in the third trimester.  Besides a bit of fatigue, the second trimester rocked.  Nausea went away, less blood draws were needed, a cute little baby bump formed, and the baby was developing perfectly.  We found out we were having a boy, felt him move for the very first time, and even got to see the little guy on several ultra sounds!

The best part about the third trimester is that I’m getting closer and closer to meeting my little man!  Greg and I daydream together about who he might look like and what his personality will be like.  We’ve name our baby Cole and it’s so fun to rub my belly and talk to him, read to him, and feel the ripples in my stomach as he squirms around.  Okay, okay…some of the “squirms” are more like sharp kicks to ribs 🙂  The third trimester also comes with a lot of worry and changes that I’m learning to cope with.  Am I staying calm enough?  Am I gaining the right amount of weight?  What will labor be like for me?

Although each woman experiences pregnancy differently, I can say with confidence that the common trait that bring us all together is flexibility .

Flexibility is the quality of being bent without breaking.  It’s obvious that pregnant women need to be flexible to endure the physical challenges during pregnancy and labor.  And let’s take a moment of silence here to appreciate how amazing the female body is to be able to house and deliver a human being!  The less obvious way in which pregnant women need to be flexible is in the emotional sense.  It’s not about “YOU” anymore, but all about the little miracle growing in your belly.  But it’s not like as soon as your pregnant you can just snap your fingers and you can fully focus on your baby.  We get up in the morning and go about our business as if we don’t have raging hormones and as if we aren’t carrying 20 – 30 pounds of additional weight.  What I have learned is that it’s okay to ask for help, and people will understand.  Because there is only so far we can bend without breaking.

I’ve learned a lot about myself over the past 30 weeks; there has been a new lesson learned during each trimester.  I feel like I’ve grown as a person, and also that I’ve grown in my relationship with Greg.  The most exciting part of it all is that this is just the beginning and the best is yet to come!

Happy Holidays, Everyone!