It’s a Schnitzel!!

That’s right folks…we’re having a boy!

I was going to video our reactions when we got to peek in the oven and find out just Who’s Cooking, but I was way too nervous with excitement to film it. As you can clearly tell

The wonder of technology nowadays is astounding. Being able to see a 3D version of what the baby looks like, and we didn’t even have to wear those stupid 3D glasses. I kind of feel a bit foolish for bringing mine…and wearing them! (But then, I should never have left my driving glasses at home).

Everything looks just great! Everything in tact; fingers, toes, facial features all present and accounted for and most importantly, all in the right place. And inside, everything is going according to plan; brain, kidneys, heart…the kid’s a natural.

And there’s no denying he’s a schnitzel, alright. On account of his little Wiener.

We’re both a little shocked and over-the-moon with excitement at the prospect of having a son. The family name will live on…yay!!

But…

I’m a little creeped out knowing that my beautiful wife, currently sports…

 Both male and female genitalia!!

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Schnitzel or Schnitzelle?

Week 19 and we are one week away from knowing whether or not we have a schnitzel or a schnitzelle cooking in the oven.

It’s really exciting and nerve-racking all at the same time. I don’t know whether to jump for joy or pee my pants. Probably best not to do both, I’m sure there’ll be plenty of that behaviour once the oven timer “dings”.

We visited the Maternity Clinic this week. I’ve never seen so many pregnant women in one place! My lovely angel whispered in my ear…

“You okay? I know how excited you get around pregnant women!”

Damn, and I’d left my apron at home as well.

I was totally surrounded. I felt like the odd man out at The Biggest Loser auditions. Still, it’s kind of comforting to know this “pregnancy” thing, seems to happen all the time, so it feels like we’re in good hands.

The Midwives seem extremely lovely and supportive, our Doctor on the other hand (still lovely and supportive), but very “old school”, in that, she pulled the curtain across in front of me in the examination room so I couldn’t “see the show”. I felt like a dirty perve listening outside the shower curtain, made worse by the fact I was breathing heavily and rubbing my hands together. (Well, I did have to run out to move the car before my parking expired).

We heard our schnitzel/elle’s heart beating through the ultrasound, and if I could have seen my love’s smiling face on the other side of the curtain, I expect it was just as big as mine 🙂

It’s hard not to get excited. I am so looking forward to finding out just who it is that’s in there, causing all this fuss. And yes, if you’re wondering what that sound is, it’s the cluck, cluck, cluck of a very nervous and excited dad…trying desperately not to pee his pants!

Annnd….SAFE!!

It feels like my batter just slid into home plate!

(Wow, that didn’t even remotely, sound quite right???)

What I mean is, we’ve just scored a touchdown, at the elusive 12 Week mark!

(Another mixed sporting metaphor?)

My point is

“We made it!!!”

(Or rather…our little “tenant” made it)

All the tests confirm (at least, at this point), that there is indeed, a healthy teeny-tiny Adventurer Extraordinaire, in our mids.

(Me-lady’s “mids” to be precise).

Well, it’s not hard to see this baby was conceived in Bali…how relaxed is that?? Kickin’ back, relaxing, catching some rays…Waiter, my mocktail please (non-alcoholic, of course).

But still, it’s just under 2 weeks before the three of us will be reunited in Bali again.

Thank heavens for the miracle of…technology and the internet (oh, and that other amazing thing, what do you call it…Life?)

Not only can we see what’s going on inside the baby’s room, but I also get to see it from 3231 miles away!

And that is by no means, a huge stretch of the imagination as it is so much, an enormous stretch…of the umbilical cord.

One Small Step for Man…

Another giant leap, for mankind…or womankind, (still too early to tell yet).

And no…that’s no crater on the moon, that’s a bubba. Holy cow, it’s really in there!

That just makes it all so much more “real”. We could even see the heartbeat, beating like a little flicky thing, that…flicks…more often than a couch potato channel surfing.

I gotta tell you, the Doctor here in Bali was fantastic. Straight in, no problem at all, very thorough (and I don’t mean the internal ultrasound thingy). All the tests are looking good. We’re at the 8 week mark. We’ve never been further than 5 weeks in the past, so it’s all brand new territory for both us, or I should say, the three of us!

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