Thursday, May 20, 2010

Baby and work


Well, I must say that even though I've always wanted to be a Dad, the moment we found out that Lyzz was pregnant was rather surprising and a little terrifying. As much as being a dad can be cool, fun, and all that, knowing that a little life will be my (and Lyzz's of course) responsibility freaked me out. What happens if I screw them up FOREVER?!? Will they hate me? Will I hate them or myself? WHAT AM I DOING?!?

After our first weekend of knowing that we are going to become parents by the end of the year I started to really look forward to this new adventure. A quick read through my patriarchal blessing brought some added reassurance as well. It says, essentially, that my wife and I will be kind and loving parents who create the type of home their children are happy to return to at the end of the day. Our kids will come to me for advice as a father and a friend. I don't know exactly what I'm doing, but it's nice to have that reinforcer there reminding me that I can be a good dad.

So, less about me freaking out and more about the picture here (yes, Lyzz told you I would likely do this in her post). This is the ultrasound from our May 13th appointment, so it's not the newest one we have, but we can't find our USB cable for the scanner at the moment (stupid packing and boxes and having to organize things all over again). At the time of the picture here, baby was just about an inch long, has arm/leg buds, and was very actively moving around. Our more recent visit, on the 18th (a mere five days later), the baby is nearly two inches long and has more defined facial features and limbs. The number of fingers and toes is still unclear, and is actually something we've been wondering about since Lyzz's twin brother is missing an entire forearm and our newest niece has 6 toes on her left foot. Hurray for mutations!

Lyzz is not showing her pregnancy yet, and if things with her sisters apply here it may be a little while yet, but she does have a new glow about her. She's been tired and a little sick some days, but nothing super serious that matches any of the horror stories I've heard about pregnancy. Each morning we lay in bed and I talk to her tummy and tell the kiddo to treat Mommy right. She's worried about being a mom, but I know that she'll do great. She's kind, fun, energetic, and creative, so any kid of ours will likely be tired out by the time bedtime rolls around.
The closest thing we currently have to children are our cats, and Lyzz has taken a more motherly attitude with them recently. Sure, they still get into cupboards, chase each other around the house at odd hours, and make noise when we're trying to watch a movie or have some quiet time together, but Lyzz no longer gets frustrated by this. Now, it's only when they claw her in process of hurdling her on their way to attack a spot on the wall or use her tummy as a springboard to reach the window sill. At least with a kid they'll be able to learn and understand what we say to them. I'm pretty sure the only things the cats understand are their names and the sounds of treats being rattled in a can, or Lyzz's finger snaps that generally mean "scratching time!"

I know that we won't find our our baby's sex for another 9 weeks or so, but I'm guessing it's a boy. The fact that baby was using the placenta as a pillow and tried to roll over away from the ultrasound last time is a strong indication of guyness and our "Leave me alone. I'm trying to sleep" reactions. I'm sure the ladies do this too, but I'm just saying it's more of a guy thing to do. I suppose if it looks like baby's having a tea party next time I'll change my prediction.

On an unrelated note, Lyzz and I are in the midst of packing all our stuff up to move to Ferndale with my folks for a little while so we can save some money while I look for a new job. My Comcast sales position has been a great job for a little over a year now, but I've started to learn things about the way this company is run since I became a sales team leader/manager that I just don't find ethical or good business. Comcast pays all contractor companies the same amount of money for a given type of sale and then it is up to the contractor company to pay the contractors out of that total. Other companies pay as much as 50% of what Comcast gives them to their employees/sales people while mine is only paying about 33%. As far as I know, my boss does not have any extra costs associated with running his operation as compared to other contractor groups, so this difference is simply a way for him to make more $. Also, the fact that my boss has quite literally been ignoring the employees in Bellingham lately is just getting aggravating. Cutting corners to save a few bucks is pretty standard business practice, that I understand, but when cutting said corners means your team doesn't have the basic resources for customer information you're doing something wrong. I have applied to a few jobs that could be very promising, but we're just sitting on our thumbs since we have yet to hear back from them.



Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Growing Family

So with our family growing, Sam and I finally sat down to make a family blog. So here goes.

Sam and I were happily married in the Seattle Temple on March 21, 2008 for time and all eternity. While we had a rough first two years of uncertainty, fear, doubt, and a few good times, we can happily say that we are glad to have gone through all of that to get to this point in our life together where we get to be parents.

Sam graduated from Western Washington University on March 20, 2010, and our 11 toed niece was born on the 21st, our second anniversary.

On April 8th of this year, yes my 21st birthday, we found out we were expecting. I cried for probably 3 hours after first finding out. Sam's first words were, "Holy crap. Are you okay?" And in all honesty, I wasn't. It was such a shock to my system. I texted my oldest sister Michelle because she was the only one, I felt, that I could really talk to about this. The first thing she told me was "This is a good thing. I promise." She really helped me feel much better, and then going to Total Confidence Martial Arts (TCMA) for the Lean and Fit class was the best thing for me to do. However when I got back home that night I was still in shock and I, in my sane wisdom decided that the next day to double check the results with another at-home test. Again it was positive. So away to Planned Parenthood we go to get the official documentation so that I can get insurance for my prenatal care.

The next day Sam and I had decided already to go celebrate my birthday at the Mountlake Terrace Cinebarre. Mmmmmmm fried pickles. SO delicious. Anyways, on our way down, we stopped by the Perez's and Jim and Jony were both home. I showed them the official documentation. They're both really excited for us. And it was really nice to have support from them. I think Jim's just excited about having a grandkid so close.

It took the rest of that weekend for Sam and I to really get a grip on this whole thing. And by Sunday, Sam was ready to explode. He texted, "Holy Crap! I made a baby!" to just about every contact. And everyone was very supportive and extremely excited about everything. My family was surprisingly supportive, which was a relief. Sam's brother, Brendan, and sister, Amy, are also very excited about being a first time uncle and aunt. Mary, Sam's mother also seems very excited. I can't quite get a read on his dad Kim, though. He's a pretty hard guy to read anyways. I'm sure he'll be excited when the kid finally shows up anyways.

The biggest surprise from telling everyone came from my mother when I told her. Now for anyone who knows my mom, she's not exactly all there. And like most people that way, refuses to believe there is a problem. I tried my hardest to help my mom help herself, and tried convincing her that it was in her best interest for herself and her family. And after talking to her about needing space between her and my family, mom decided to walk out of my life for good. She doesn't even want the painting she paid me $240 for. I don't think I cried so hard so fast before. But honestly, I should be used to it. And as my darling friend Chelsea puts it, "You're a strong person, and your mom needs you far more that you need her, and she's going to realize that someday."

We had our first doctor visit on the 13th of May. The baby was kickboxing in the womb! How awesome is that! So far I'm healthy and so is the baby. Today we had our dating ultrasound. The baby was again being hysterical. They were using the placenta as a pillow and the umbilical cord as a punching bag. Then they tried to get to sleep, and turned away from us waving his arm as if to say, "I'm tried to sleep, stop making sound waves at me." Either that or "Okay, I gave you a show no scram." Already has a sense of humor about the whole thing. But really they have been treating me really well. After switching from the prenatal vitamins to the Flinstone's I've been feeling pretty good. Today was the first day that I really felt like spewing everywhere. The heartburn has been a small annoyance, but a nice glass of cold milk usually takes care of that.

Baby Hancock is officially due December 8th, 2010. Sam is ridiculously giddy. He has a really hard time not whipping out the ultrasound pictures at every chance he gets.