Drama, why does there have to be drama?

We had a bit of an issue yesterday. I don't want to make light of it, because in reality it can be a big issue with a lot of pregnancies. April noticed some spotting last night. I, of course, found out on the train when April called me.

I hate it when my wife calls me crying on the phone. I'm one of those guys who has to fix everything and I can't fix anything on the phone. This call was particularly alarming as I can't do anything to fix spotting during a pregnancy (although I'm wondering if anyone has thought about using plumbers putty...) It was amazing how quickly I found myself with a whole row to myself on the train, however. I guess saying, "how bad are you bleeding?" and "do you feel any cramping?" makes people want to find another seat. Something to file away for later, I guess.

Obviously, by my poor attempt at humor, you can tell the issue turned out to be benign. We went and had an ultra sound today and everything turned out fine, "no big deal", the Doctor told us. The cool thing is, we ended up with more pictures!



We've also changed the baby's reference from 'blob' to 'gummy bear'. I don't know about you, but I think GB definately has an Owens head.

Stealing our thunder?

So, it wasn't enough that April's sister, Tina is pregnant (although in all fairness, she was pregnant first). It turns out that April's brother, Josh and his wife are expecting (number 4) and my brother and his wife are expecting (number 1)!

It turns out that the Owens and Brown kids were all gettin' busy around the same time....sweet.

Please let me introduce for the first time anywhere, Owens baby number 3! (we've taken to calling him Blob)

We had the doctor's visit today. Everything went swimmingly! Sorry, no video, though. Let's just say that the process in which they retrieved the sonogram pictures prohibited any video (I'm so glad I'm not a woman sometimes).

We have a heartbeat, folks!

We had our first sonogram this morning and I am pleased to announce that Baby #3 is growing right on schedule. We saw his/her little heart beating, too. :o) Yay!

Merry Christmas!

Just wanted to wish everyone a Merry Christmas!!

Boys have the spine, girls have the egg...

Here's the convo I just had with the kids:

Ashlyn: Noah's having a baby.
Me: Boys can't have babies, honey.
A: Noah's mommy is having a baby.
Me: Yes, she is.
Braeden: Boys have the spine, girls have the egg.
Me: What?
B: Boys have the spine, girls have the egg, right?
Me(thinking for a moment): Ummm, sperm, Braeden. Boys have sperm.
B: Oh yeah--sperm.

Man, the conversations I never dreamed of having before kids! ;o) Plus, since girls are the ones having the babies, I'd say they're the ones with the spines!!

Sympathy pains

I know my wife is pregnant. I'm hungry, I'm nauseated, and I'm tired all the time. In fact, I know what my wife is feeling at all times. Why? because I happen to be feeling what the medical community calls the Couvade syndrome. I call it a pain in the ass.

Now, before all the ladies in the house decide to lynch me, I'm not complaining about how unfair it is that I have to have these symptoms (ok, maybe I'm complaining a little bit). But let's be honest, I am not hard wired to endure pregnancy.

I can weld, do woodwork, conduct great feats of strength, scratch myself in public, and almost burp the alphabet when enough beer is applied; I simply can't handle pregnancy and labor. They say that women are the fairer sex, that men need to protect them at all times. But having seen my wife incubate two of my children and push them out of her body through an orifice no larger than an apple WITHOUT ANY DRUGS WHATSOEVER, I know for a fact that she's the tough one. I would never in a million years be able to handle it. I flinch when the blood pressure cuff is too tight.

So that's why I hate this couvade bull crap. It's not my thing...

Beer anyone?