I should probably mention something about this pregnancy, because it's exciting. New cars and passing bars is exciting, too... but growing a human is out of this world. This human will be named Oliver Martin Dunford. I haven't yet succumbed to the inevitability that he will be called Ollie for short. I'll deal with it when it happens. "What's wrong with Ollie?" you might ask. Ollie's is a bargain store in my hometown, and Ollie is a cartoon old man with a mustache. He looks like Einstein. When I hear Ollie, I think "cheap" and "old man." So little Ollie Dunford will have to forge new paths of association for me.
I'm 22 weeks pregnant. I was sick for much longer this pregnancy that I was with the last. Other than that, it has been similar... which means that I've been tired but sleep less than normal, the veins in my left leg ache, and the baby kicks like crazy. Normal stuff. I've gained 7 pounds which is below average, but I started off with a little (ok, a lot) extra. I'm hoping to even it out a bit so I won't have to work so hard after I expel this creature from my body. Ha! Seriously, growing humans is strange business.
I had an ultrasound on Monday, and Oliver is healthy. He isn't as big as Max was at this point, but he has the same little nose. Oh, man. I love that nose. It's what made me first fall in love with the reality of Max being a real person, and it did the same thing for me this time. I admit that having a second baby wasn't as exciting until I saw that nose. I had some apprehensions about being able to love another kid the way I love Max. Max is seriously cool. And not only am I supposed to love another kid the way I love Max, but this other kid is going to take time away from Max... the one I KNOW I love. This may seem like crazy talk, but I'm now over it. I saw Oliver's nose.
Another exciting idea for both me and Nate is that we will be able to say "our boys." Right now, Max is our token child, our pet, our buddy, our hobby even. With a second child, it becomes more work (and yes, more reward). It also becomes more legit. With just Max, I think of us as a "little family." With "our boys," we can drop the "little." We are a Family. Capital F.
I knew 3 olivers growing up. One went by 'Ver', and the other 2 were always Oliver, because they introduced themselves as Oliver and when people said 'do you go by Ollie?' they'd say 'no'. But I'm pretty sure once you see little Oliver's face, bargain bedsheets will go out the window
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