Discovering whether or not we are going to be parents to a boy or girl and unveiling wifeys pregnancy to the rest of the family.
Throughout October 2016, we were extensively travelling from Asia to North America due to work related trade shows and client visits. Due to the amounts of radiation in the air, we were told that in order to protect your baby, you can get these radiation belly protectors, which I sternly reminded wifey to wear prior to getting on the plane. Even though we had to work a lot, I was proud of wifey keeping it together, even though the nausea continued to linger, like some dark cloud in a windless valley. Continue reading “News V; Boy or Girl… the Road to Week 16”
Wifeys nausea has started in full swing, reflecting on past two miscarriages and going for our first ultra sound, where to my relief the doctor confirmed all was going as expected.
They say “becoming a mother” starts with conception, whilst becoming a father happens at birth. This I do relate to, as all I see is a wife that feels incredibly nauseous in the morning, then again in the evening and that sex life you once held in such high regards, gets demoted to ‘rare-pitty handjobs’, cause the nausea makes everything else impossible (and the risk is honestly not worth it… unless you’re into that). On our first doctors visit, I got an incredible insight to distinguishing a girl pregnancy vs a boy pregnancy. Apparently, a girl pregnancy gives your significant other (that being your wife/girlfriend/no label/”it’s complicated”) a level of nausea, no college hangover party can compete with. Whilst a boy, causing less nausea, does lead to “pimple outbreaks”. Both suck… Continue reading “News II; Let the Puking begin & First doctor’s Appointment (the Reality sets in)”