Now just remember, if you did it once, you can do it again.
Just WAIT between kids! My two toddlers are 13 months apart. I can easily imagine what twins would be like.
Oh, and don’t worry about spellling. I have a simple, common, English last name. And EVERYONE asks me to spell it!
Ah, papa hood. I’ve got a 20 month old girl that I wouldn’t trade for anything in the world (OK, on rough, toddler meltdown days maybe I’d take a convertible Mercedes, but it would have to be a really bad day). Congrats.
As to names, here’s an Irish one I like for a girl: Sine’
(shahnay).
I was going to post that! I was even going to post the actual definition and say something like, “You mean you do something to your wife to make her cause nausea or to make her sickening?”
Then I looked it up, and whaddya know? Def.2 says “nauseous” can mean “affected with nausea or disgust”. So I guess he used it right after all. Hm. I come to this board and I learn something.
Strictly speaking, it’s the rising hormone levels that are making your wife nauseated, but make no mistake, it is all your fault. Everything is your fault.
And it will be for the next nine months or so at least
Congrats on your good fortune.
BTW I like the names Mahala (Hallie for short) and Dylan though I don’t think Hallie is celtic.
How bout Brigit Ann? And the time is right for her to be a Gemini which is cool because Bigits time is in the summer.
I have a friend here in Davenport who could come up with a whole slew of Celtic names for you to try out.
Good! Good for you! Learn them well! Learn to say them sincerely, too. Learn to believe, deep down in your heart of hearts, that it really IS all your fault, because if your beloved wife suspects even for a moment that you are not sincere in your apologies, or not sincere in wanting to do her bidding, you are toast.
Learn these little things, too:
No, her butt is NOT getting bigger. Not one millimeter.
She’s a babe. She’s even hotter now than she was when you first met her.
She doesn’t actually hate you. Even though she may have your eyeballs in one hand and your testicles in the other, and she may be trying very, very hard to show you what your own a**hole looks like on the inside, it’s nothing personal.
Just because she’s sitting on the couch and demading that food and entertainment be brought to her every fifteen seconds does NOT mean that she’s channelling Jabba-the-Hut. Growing a kid is strenuous work. Just do what she says.
It was the cat/dog/neighbor/houseplant that passed that gas. NOT her.
If she decides to rearrange the furniture, let her, to a degree. Express sincere concern for her physical well-being when she tries to move the couch, then gently move her away from it. Then move it yourself, to exactly where she wants it.
Persephone I would love to have had a copy of that when I was pregnant!
A little to add to #6. When you help her move the heavy stuff, do not make her feel like an invalid. Like Seph said nicely steer her in another direction. But don’t make a big deal out of it.
Because towards the end alot of women do neat things like moving stoves and fridges, washers and dryers and such.
I once cleared the laundry room of all appliances and removed the tile. Couldn’t get it clean enuff so it had to go.
Wasn’t there a thread around here about what not to say to your expecting wife?
Saint Zero I know where you are comming from. There are 13 months between each of my oldest three and 11 months between my youngest. Some say it’s harder than twins because one is up and into thing and the other is crawling and crying.
And boy is Mrs. Beagle in luck! They have some really nice clothes out right now. (They always do when I am not expecting.)
…but for the love of Pete, please put a warning on that link! The sight of pink lines on that stick still makes my heart stop…
I too wanted an Irish name for our baby (that’s how my parents named me) so I got the book mentioned previously.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! Please, don’t do that to your kid! Names must have a proportional number of vowels and consonants and be pronouncable. It’s a rule. If it’s not, it should be.
My Guy Friend: " I knew when I was marrying Jenny that she was Ms. Right. What I didn’t realize was that she was Ms. Always Right."
Also, I’ve stated this before, I’ll state it again: You wife’s boobs are not for you to play with ( unless you receive written permission). They take on a life force unto themselves and after the baby is born, *fuhgetaboutit *