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Place Your Bets! Can you predict the sex of our baby?

Surprise Envelope

Surprise Envelope

Two days and counting…we have the envelope, signed and sealed by our doctor, that has been hanging on our picture wall for the past several months that contains some very important information: the sex of our baby!

We weighed the options of finding out verses waiting and settled on a solution that fits our style and values as a family. Brian and I knew we didn’t want to find out at the hospital during the anatomy scan and we also wanted to spend a little time planning and preparing, given what a tough transition this has been these past several months moving away from Denver to New Orleans. And we thought Christmas would be a perfect time to mark such an important and pivotal stage in our lives as a married couple and in our new role as soon to be parents.

So, we thought it would be fun to take a poll to see what you all think: are we having a girl or a boy? Place your bets in the poll below:

BONUS! Help us come up with names for our precious little one. Place any suggestions you have in the comments below!

Baby’s First Movements & Dad’s First Connection

Guest Post from my gorgeous, brilliant husband, Brian J. Elizardi

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Lately at home I’ll be sitting on the couch, laying in bed, or doing some otherwise normal activity and hear a “Oooh!” from my wife.

When these first started, my reaction was to freak out and either call 911 or go warm up the car to head to the hospital. After we developed a code for distinguishing between the seemingly normal grunts and groans of her pregnancy versus an all freak out situation, I was able to relax and take in this unique occasion to see and feel our baby growing.

These events are now accompanied by a quick grab of my hand by my wife so that I can feel what’s she’s feeling. The first few occasions when I felt the baby moving with my hand placed on her belly were breathtaking and amazing. Every day I get to witness her growing more beautiful as the baby marches towards full term, but to feel and almost interact with the baby is something to behold.

Despite all the outward signs that this is really happening and we indeed starting our family, it can be tough to identify with what Mia is going through and experience the same intense and surreal experience she goes through minute by minute. These small movements serve to connect me with a process that is literally foreign to my body and mind. Since we haven’t discovered the sex of the baby it also gives me something to focus my mind’s eye on and visualize. It’s a powerful activity that has me excited for what’s to come.

Update
After writing this early this morning I went in to say hi to sleeping mom-to-be and baby. Right after I placed my hand on her belly I felt a kick, or what I pretended was a high-five from the baby. Loving this special stage in our lives.

Our First Parenting Victory

We had our first ultrasound today and heard the baby’s heart beat. One healthy, strong heartbeat…yes, one, as in one baby. And a sigh of relief. A coworker is having twins and my sisters were twins and the idea of twins right now is well, unbearable or laughable. As we left the doctor’s office, we gave each other a high five: one baby. We can handle one baby. I think.

Drum roll, please…

Please meet our precious baby at 8 weeks old! Baby’s first picture.

Two Pink Lines

The morning of Monday, July 5th, I had the day off and it was the last week before Brian started his new job at Tulane (he started on Friday, the 9th) and we were planning to get breakfast uptown and walk around his new campus.

I had expected my cycle to start on Tuesday, June 29th-Brian’s birthday and it hadn’t come yet. A few days late, I told myself that it was stress or normal or that I had miscalculated my cycle. A few days later I stopped drinking alcohol as a measure of caution. But on Monday, I woke up obsessed (where was it?)

I got up to go to the bathroom and the pregnancy test box that was left over from the year before when we had spent a month “trying” to get pregnant was staring at me. In a hurry I opened it followed the instructions verbatim. I set it on the counter and washed my hands trying to fool myself into being calm…blasé even. Staring at the clock for 3 minutes felt like an eternity, willing myself not to look at the stick until the full time had elapsed.

Time’s up. Two pink lines. Pregnant.

Pregnant! Pregnant? Pregnant!
My mind started a flurry of thoughts…like how do I tell Brian? I didn’t even warn him that I was taking the test this morning-I did it out of impulse and fear and excitement and curiosity and the stubborn pursuit of truth. How could we be pregnant? We hadn’t really even tried. My mind was overloaded and numb at the same time.

I ran to him in the next room.

The look of our future on his face and in his eyes-the same expression he had as I walked down the aisle to meet him on our wedding day-will be tattooed in my memory forever.

I have been seeing our future in his eyes since we were 17 and today that indescribable knowing feeling came true, some 12 years later: he’s the father of my children.

Let the journey begin…

Digital Journaling on My Own Little Mac

I decided today to start a digital journal. Something I have been resistant to for a while now and I am not sure why. Part of me wonders if my hesitation or now bubbling excitement to start this digital journal can be chalked up to having a pretty little, brand new macbook all to myself.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I have been blessed with the great fortune of having been provided with new computers for as along as I have been a working professional. Not only new ones, in the last few years, new mac’s-the computer snob in me gloats!

But as I have made tremendous, jolting, God-inspired changes in my life in the last few months-resigning from my comfortable job and Denver community and life to start a new job in a new industry in a new city in a new region of the country (which feels as times like its own unique world)-I afforded myself the luxury of my very own MacBook Pro 13 inch laptop…and its glorious!

Now the subtext of this entry is that I have also always been blessed to share a home computer with my tech savvy, brilliant, gorgeously introverted husband. He is kind and sensitive and generous and spends an immeasurable amount of time on “our” iMac. Tweeking, organizing, downloading stuff, reading articles and all the other secret things those on the extreme side of the introvert scale do when no one is watching.

I don’t mind and in fact I directly benefit from his organizing and cyber-hunting and gathering activities that remain relatively veiled to me. BUT (and you knew that was coming) I rarely get a turn on “our” home computer.

So today’s thought is about my gratitude for my very own little macbook pro 13 inch laptop and the freedom that comes with sitting on it as long as I want. Its mine.

And now I just can’t get a few things to work and don’t know how my sweet husband does what he does to make “our” computer work so well. Maybe he will spend some time on my macbook too.

Marriage is funny like that.