Liz, being Liz, got a book called Taking Charge of Your Fertility and began charting and temperature taking and just generally showing her fertility who was boss. She took no guff from her fertility, believe me. Given our long history of unfruitful boots knockin' and some thyroid issue mentioned in the fertility book that Liz convinced herself she had, we were prepared for a long, arduous journey to conception.
Nope. One try. Boom, zygote. Book it. Done. Needless to say the book worked. My repeated requests to be henceforth called King Virile the Dongnipotent were rebuffed, unfortunately. Felt a little cheated, actually, but gift horse, mouth, etc. Despite readying myself for the day for some time, actually seeing the two-lined pee stick was kind of a shock. I felt pretty weird for a few weeks--like nobody in the history of the world could ever understand what I was feeling. But that was early October and I've had plenty of time to adjust to the new reality. Liz, despite some nausea and fatigue, got through trimester #1 relatively unscathed. We've since had an ultrasound and bought a baby carrier backpack so I think we're pretty much ready.
The ultrasound was pretty amazing, actually, to which anyone who's seen their new kid for the first time can attest. We were not expecting to see it moving around already. It all got really real really fast. So everything looked normal, it had both a brain and a heartbeat, and the limb counts were well within specs. They couldn't see external genitalia yet so we won't find that out for another four weeks. Unless Liz is lying to me, neither of us have a strong preference other than healthy and not a total A-hole. So, God willin' and the Creek don't rise, we'll be seeing this little guy or gal on or around June 15th.
