Archive for December 29th, 2011

Christmas Recap Part 1

After our gender reveal appointment, the next week was just jam-packed with activities.

Wednesday night our friends, Jen & Aaron, came over to give us our first baby outfit!

Thursday afternoon we had plans to celebrate Christmas with my grandparents, aunt, and my 16 year-old cousin. I was super excited to give my cousin his presents since he had (jokingly) asked me for jeans from the Buckle, knowing the average price tag for jeans in that store is about $100. I love my cousin, but our Christmas budget isn’t THAT generous. Luckily enough, I happened to find a pair of jeans, in his size, missing a price tag that just happened to ring up for $29.99. Even the clerk was shocked. My cousin was SO HAPPY to have his first pair of Buckle jeans. I can’t say I understand the craze, but back when I was in high school, I remember paying $80 for a pair of khakis from Abercrombie & Fitch and worse them every chance I could. That is, until they ripped and I considered it the biggest waste of $80 ever.

We bought my grandpa a portable hard drive and a couple of gag gifts, like dreidels (he’s not Jewish) and a reindeer dog (from the Grinch) that dispenses chocolate covered raisins, making it look like it’s pooping.

For my grandma, we gave her a new purse, some socks (she asked for them), and a guitar ornament that plays Elvis Presley’s I’ll Be Home for Christmas. (My grandma has a thing for music boxes and trinkets. Oh and Elvis.)

We gave my aunt a gift card to the move theater. It’s the same thing we give her every year but she loves it.

The final gift for my grandparents was an ornament announcing our baby boy news. My grandma was shocked since she was predicting a baby girl, and my grandpa was just all smiles. He said he didn’t have a preference, just as long as it’s healthy, but they were glad to know. Even happier that they were the first to know – even before our parents. My grandpa jokingly threatened to call my mom and tell her ahead of time, even prank calling me and acting like he had the wrong number because he was trying to call my mom to tell her the news.

Sadly, we had to cut our visit a bit short because we were due for dinner plans with hubby’s aunts, uncle, and cousins. We played games and snacked on appetizers and cookies. Games are a tradition on my husband’s side of the family. We would play them at his grandparents’ house on Christmas night. But two years ago, his grandma passed away and we haven’t continued the tradition, so it was nice to spend some time with part of his family and start the games up again.

Later that night we finished off our own mini-Christmas, just the two of us. Every year, the hubs and I go a bit overboard on each other. Since we’re always out of town for Christmas, it seems silly to pack our presents for each other and haul them across the country only to have to bring them back again. So we just pick a night and open them early. The last couple of years, we’ve tried to spread the fun over multiple nights. (Hey, if Jewish people can have 8 crazy nights of presents, we can have 3 or 4 right?) So that’s that we do. And to make sure one of us doesn’t have 2 presents to open while the other person has 10, we agree on a number so we’re equal. This year, that number was 7 presents. No rhyme or reason to it other than the hubs finished shopping first and said he had 7 presents for me. So that’s what I got him as well. Here’s the rundown:

For me:

  • Burberry Body perfume
  • A salon gift card for a pregnancy massage
  • A maternity coat
  • Red jewelry set that included earrings, bracelet, and necklace
  • A new pillow
  • A personal planner
  • Wine bottle tea light holders

For him:

  • Collector’s edition of the entire series of LOST on DVD
  • A robe
  • Underwear
  • New sneakers
  • A Keurig coffee maker and an assortment of coffees
  • Dude You’re Gonna be a Dad book
  • Aqua Di Gio cologne


(Yes, I know we spend WAY too much on Christmas. Not just on ourselves but for everyone. It’s a sickness. But we love it!)

The next day, it was off to Ohio to visit the in-laws…

(to be continued…)


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“We have a third leg!”

On Tuesday night, Dec. 20th, we went to our gender ultrasound appointment. My doc won’t do gender screenings until 20 weeks, which means we wouldn’t be finding out the gender until mid-January. We tried to talk my doc’s office into letting us find out at our 16 week appointment, but no dice.

But thank goodness for places like Ultrasona St. Louis, where you can pay a reasonable amount to go in and check out your baby’s goods. (Side note: The ladies there are super-duper nice, which was a pleasant change from the receptionists at my doc’s office.)

Just before the appointment, I had myself convinced that we wouldn’t be able to find out. Something was just bound to go wrong. The place would be closed, the scheduler messed up my appointment time, the equipment would be temporarily broken, or the baby just wouldn’t cooperate. When we pulled up, the office was brightly lit with a clear “OPEN” sign. Concern #1 wiped out. As soon as I walked in, the receptionist smiled and said “You must be Elizabeth.” Concern #2, gone. After a quick potty break, they ushered me into the ultrasound room, machines warm and lights low, all ready for me. Concern #3, vanished.  I hopped up on the exam table, lowered the waistband on my pants, and the tech put some jelly on my belly (ha! That rhymes.) and started checking out baby. She took a couple of quick measurements and started moving around to get a good shot at the baby’s nether regions. It didn’t take long – maybe 30-45 seconds – before she was in the right position to pause the screen. As first-timers, we had no clue what we were looking at. I mean, it was clear, and I thought I could see IT, but I was waiting for her to say without a doubt whether or not we were looking at little boy parts, or really big girl parts. (Hey, I said we were first-timers. I have no idea how big a girl’s you-know-what should be!)

The screen was actually a really big LCD TV mounted on the wall directly in front of me and the hubs was on his feet in front of me, glued to the TV and pacing as if he were watching a big game. After a few moments of silence, the tech finally started to confirm what we thought we were looking at. “Let’s see,” she said. “We have one leg….two legs….and…we have a third leg.” I turned to look at her. I needed to hear the words “IT’S A BOY!” before I would believe it. So I asked, “It’s a boy?” She shook her head yes and said, “Yep, it’s definitely a boy.” I couldn’t believe it. I had prepared myself for the news that we were having a girl, but hadn’t really thought about the joy of having a boy – something my husband wanted so very badly. My eyes immediately started watering and I was just grinning from ear to ear. The hubs was still staring at the TV. He finally turned and was just smiling the biggest smile. I thought he’d be jumping up and down but he managed to hold it in. I repeated, “We’re having a boy!” and gave him a high-five from the exam table. Not the most romantic reaction but it seemed appropriate.

The tech took a few more photos and checked the heartbeat. (Usually it was either 160 or 165; this time, it was 132.) I think I also said something about, “Take THAT, stupid Chinese birth calendar.”

It was such a relief to finally know. We immediately texted a couple of friends, then headed to the mall to find baby boy themed ornaments to make the official announcement to our parents on Christmas. (See previous entry for photo of the ornament we chose.) While we waited for our ornaments to be personalized, I found a couple of pairs of maternity jeans and a cute Cardinals shirt while the hubs walked around in a euphoric daze. I had to repeat myself a few times when talking to him because he was just so dang happy and distracted.

I guess we can mark down “having a third leg” as the best Christmas present ever.

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