I envy you, man. This is the apex of your life. I hope you enjoy it. You’ve earned it. Give love, is all I will say.
Oh, little Beta-Chan, grow well and strong and as long as you can. Don’t come out until you’re well-done. We’ll keep good thoughts and prayers coming your way. Just swim and do backflips and be healthy.
I’ll keep you, mom, and Beta-Chan in my prayers.
We’re pulling for you TP.
Somehow that just didn’t sound right in a thread with in utero whacking…
I’ve followed your stories over the months/years, and I’m coming out of lurking to say that when I first saw the news, I immediately started chanting “stickystickystickysticky.” And I’m still sending those thoughts, plus the above mentioned thoughts regarding gray matter. Blessings of everything good and happy to you and your family!
The only reason Bro preferred (very slightly) a boy is the same one my 8yo self preferred one when Lilbro was born: “why would I want a little sister? I’m 8 years older! Bro will be only 2yo, if they’re both boys they’ll make friends easier.”
Frankly, I think that kid could be purple with green stripes and Bro would still be grinning like a loon so long as no surgery or long-term medical care were needed. And I know it’s the same for you.
I’m so glad to hear the good news. Sending positive thoughts your way.
Yes, let there be normal. Sweet, cooing, gurgling normal. With little knitted booties on.
(pre-squeeing!)
I am thinking the stickiest, most adhesive, most glutinous, most mucilaginous thoughts for Beta-chan right now. 
This is my wish too, for you and your wife TP!
I’ve yet to meet either you or your surely lovely wife in person, but let me wish her a great many kicks and punches. Of course, tiny kicks and punches that come from inside and don’t hurt too much…
We’re ahead of you by just two weeks or so, and the little guy has been getting more active lately. He’s even started waking up my wife. Here’s to many sleepless mornings to all of us!
Sending positive thoughts and good kharma to Beta Chan and you both!
Congrats! A boy, I take it?
I was able to feel Beta’s kicking the other day. She (he) was boxing as well and we’re excited.
Yep. I think that when you start to feel them move, things start to get a lot more real. You really feel that there’s something alive in there.
More sticky, happy wishes coming your way!
Like others, I think about you and your wife pretty frequently. I was glad to see this update.
Adding prayers for “normal”.
You won’t care. Really. All the “babies cry and poop and spit!” stuff makes it sound like acquiring a baby is like acquiring a particularly demanding puppy, but it’s worlds different.
The squeealicious puppy or kitteh hasn’t been designed that can compete with the fascination of a new baby, and all the cry/poop/spit stuff just fades into the background. Sparing even a moment of worry on the cry/poop/spit factor is like worrying about how many times a day you cry/poop/spit. Really, it’ll be unimportant once you get there.
Adding another prayer for “normal” just for insurance purposes.
I’ll be sending many many sticky wishes your way for little beta-chan. I’ve been hoping you’d post and update pretty soon. I wish you all the best of luck during this time and hope for a very very uneventful couple of months.
MT
Yippee! Wishing you all the best.
We really looking forward to Beta-chan. I’ve always liked kids, and used to take care of younger cousins and kids at church back when I still a kid myself.
My wife hadn’t really thought about having kids herself, or even eventually getting married until a while before we met. Even from her childhood, her goals were more working than worrying about getting married. She had told her friends that she’d just adopt if she ever decided to raise a chiild. Then the year before we met, one of her friend got married and then pregnant shortly after. Something stirred inside her.
She’s pretty good at going out and getting things we she decides on it.
One of the attractions between us probably was that we were both ready for kids right away. The first night we spent together, she said that she wanted kids, which would make a lot of guys head for the door. Didn’t happen because (1) we were at my place and (2) I thought so too. It worked out well for us, but maybe it’s not recommended for all relationships.
When we get together with her friends with babies and kids, I wind up being the happy babysitter. I’ve got a nephew and niece of my own and a number of kid who call me uncle. That when I’m not making silly faces at babies on trains.
Yup, poop and all, we’re ready for our turn.
This is such lovely news. Nobody deserves complete and under tedium more than you two, and I wish it in abundance.
Reminds me of when I first told my husband, early in the relationship, that I wanted to adopt. Some people are really set on having children by birth, and I know it’s sort of a weird compulsion I have had ever since I was a little girl. He didn’t even bat an eye. He said, ‘‘Oh, that would be cool. My sister’s adopted.’’ Some things are meant to be.
Some sweet, sticky things, that is! Congratulations, you and your beautiful family will never be far from my thoughts.