I guess the real cravings start at month 2

I wondered when the cravings would start. This is the state of our house as we close out week 6. Bucket of KFC. Ice pops and half gallons of Baskin Robbins in the freezer. Cheesy crackers, Wheat Thins and Animal Crackers in the cupboard. Thank GOD I lost those 15 pounds because I am pretty damned sure I'm about to put them back on. Beth? She's powering through, tired as hell, walking the dog every day, enjoying her time off from working....all the good things that come with having your body hijacked. Myself? I have to beg her to feed the leftovers to the dog. I REALLY don't want to gain weight with her. I am determined. Foolish? Perhaps. Foolhardy? (SP?) Definitely. Where the hell is that edamame and hummus?

6 weeks......still not sick!

So, not a real update this week. Beth is reporting a strange phenomenon: Apparently she weighs exactly the same, no gain, no loss, and yet, none of her clothes fit. Almost like her body is transforming, altering, accomodating. I can't even imagine what that would feel like, must be very disturbing and slightly scary. Much kudos to her.
I did get to snag this photo this morning as she got to sleep in with her morning cuddle-buddy, Huck.
There ya have it. This is a sleeping pregnant women on Day 41.

The gooey plasma with a heartbeat

So, long story short, good and bad, I missed the first appointment with the OB/GYN. But it couldn't be helped: My flight from Vancouver, which was supposed to leave at 9AM, got sent BACK to Vancouver, grounded for an hour, deplaned, replaned on another aircraft and arrived in LA at 3:30,a nd the meeting was over. On the plus side, I sat next to Pierce Brosnan on the flight. On the plusser side I got recognized as the A&W guy by another passenger who said that other passengers were wondering if it was really me. On the uber-plus side (the Kirstie Alley plus side) I was standing next to and shaking hands with International Superstar Pierce "James Bond" Brosnan when I was recognized and that was super cool.
So, Beth got to hear the heartbeat and talk to the doc about all the important stuff and all I got for my troubles was a little ultrasound pic. The little words in the upper wight part of the blotchy center (the gooey center, for all its worth) is the word, "baby".
We still don't know what the name will be, Darth, Zoe, Dashiell, Mina, Lex, Fallopia, Cthulu, or Caligula. But, it's gonna be something. Right now I think it's a boy, Beth thinks its a girl. Either way....it's still a parasite and we love it.

STOP documenting our kid! 30 days in.

It's been a month. And Beth gave birth to a cat. Actually, we debated getting rid of the cat, but the toxoplasmosis screen came out negative. So, Lulu the cat lives to whine another day. And the deep exhaustion creeps in.

This is what 3 weeks of pregnancy looks like.

I dunno, I don't see anything there. However. Tendons are strengthening (sp?) boobs are tenderizing, hormones are a raging. Something is setting up camp in my wife's uterus and will burst forth from her in about 9 months.

Breakin the news

So, Beth took the test a few days later and, of course, the lines were pink. Or blue. Who can remember what the hell they are supposed to look like? But, in the morning, as she was getting ready for work she told me, "I left a little something on your laptop." My wife knows full well that I am in love with my laptop, as much as I love her and napoleons. (Ooh, Napoleon....now there's a name!)
So, this is how I came to know that I was, indeed, going to be a daddy again.

13 days

So, here we are, at The Gig in Hollywood...la la la.....getting ready for the first ever fundraiser/benefit concert for The Elizabeth Lulu Scholarship Foundation....la la la....
What we didn't know is that, right here, right now, Beth is 13 days along. That's right, the little zygotian parasite is being formed as we hang out, rock, dance, drink. Who knew? I mean, we hadn't even been trying for more than 2 months! Rock on, Seed of Chucky! But, what makes sense now was those horrible cramps that Beth had that sent her to the emergency room. Even though we were SURE that she wasn't pregnant, lo and behold.