The Time My Wife Almost Made Me Poop Myself

Allow me to set the scene.

This was right on week eight of the pregnancy and we were preparing all morning for the first ultrasound.  I still remember my wife being subjected to drinking eight cups of water prior to the appointment so that she can get a good scan of her belly.

She was already feeling nauseous all morning and chugging down gallons of water as if she came back from eating an MSG filled all you can eat meal.

We were ready to go as she was sitting in the living room bench downing the last gulp of high quality H2O.

*Okay Pause*

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So as she puts down the glass from the last gulp of water, she chokes, and she starts coughing.

Then suddenly both of her hands fling towards her mouth to block what appears to be a blast of water.  Remember the mentos and diet coke that were all the rage?  Imagine that blast radius a meter towards the direction in front of her.

She scrambles and she begins to dash towards the blast direction.

The look in her eyes, bloodshot and watery either from the projectile water or real tears gears towards the washroom direction.

One step, two step, three step, fou…

*keeeerrrplunk!*

Everything was in slow motion as my wife slowly turned horizontal with her arms up, and legs waist high.

Her shirt was drenched as if a giant water balloon had landed on her front side.

My eight week pregnant wife had slipped and fallen on her side.

I scream out, “OH MY GOOOSHHH!”

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This feels good to write about as I’m starting to be able to laugh about it now.  But even with reminiscing it, I feel a sense of feel and failure for letting something like this happen.

Things could’ve taken a complete turn for the worse.  Thankfully it didn’t.

I think if there is a lesson that I can take from this experience is that throughout the course of pregnancy a couple will go through incredible scares and victories.  It is important to remember the scares to really put things in perspective of how lucky we truly are to be in this position.

In the end, because our appointment was literally 10 minutes away we were about to do an ultrasound to check for any damages, and thankfully nothing was out of order.  In fact, we were able to see our baby for the first time. 🙂

The first time we met
The first time we met 🙂

On a final note, I will neither confirm nor deny whether or not any undergarments of mine were soiled during this sequence of events.

5 Things I Learned to Do Halfway Through My Wife’s Pregnancy

“I feel like I’m just a human incubator now!” – Wife

This was early on in the pregnancy. I tried to console her, and let her know she’s doing a great job.  But she really wasn’t having it.  She was feeling miserable and she really needed me to know and I needed to act.

At that point I asked myself, “What does a husband do to ensure his pregnant wife is getting all the support she needs? What can I do to make things easier for her?”

You know when you’re trying to solve a problem and your mind just stays frozen? It’s like an app crashing inside your brain and everything staying still. Or it’s like me trying to channel Sherlock’s Mind Palace.  Unfortunately I’m no Sherlock and my mind is less like a Palace and more like a Shack.

mind palaceBut after thinking things through, I realize that if my wife was going to physically and mentally give up her body for the next nine months, as her husband I should at least do the same in whatever capacity.

With that in mind here’s what I’ve learned so far halfway through my wife’s pregnancy:

  1. Don’t ask, just do.  If you ever need to ask, “Babe, do you want me to help you with X.” You need to not ask and just do X, and while you’re at it solve for Y too.
  2. That above and beyond awesome thing you did is now the standard. Early on in my wife’s pregnancy I was the food police. I was paranoid of her eating anything that could put the fetus at risk.  This included pesticides on fruits.  So what I did was started peeling the skin off of fruit she eat.  This has now become the norm, and I am a level 50-Ginzu master.
  3. Do all the chores. Even the crappy ones.  On top of the manly chores that I do like fight off wild animals, hunt, and chop wood with my bare hands, captain planetI learned to do all of the other stuff too like laundry or cook. Learning to do it all makes me feel like a pretty badass husband. I’m kind of like Captain Planet, if earth, wind, water, fire, and heart were, Garbage, dishes, cooking, bills, laundry, and groceries.
  4. If she doesn’t want to eat it, she really #%^$#! don’t want to eat it. Always prepare food options and respect what she wants.  As I mentioned in a previous post food-swings are for real.
  5. Be a Sherlock. Deduce and anticipate her needs.  My wife has a “I need a ginger ale face””, as well as a “I need to sit down look.”  After picking up these looks and expressions I was able predict what she needed and just acted.  It made me look like a mind-reader.  But more importantly it allowed me to show my wife that I am an attentive husband and I knew what she is feeling.

I hope I can look back to this in the future and not lose sight of what needs to be done for my wife. I know that if she’s making a big sacrifice to bring our child in the world, this is the least I can do right?

 

Food Swings

A wise man once said, “A smart man does not succumb to their wife’s cravings, or he will have nothing left.”

That wise man is likely dead.

In a ditch.

I don’t want to be smart, I’ll just be the stupid husband, thank you.

After moving out and living with my wife, I’ve learned a thing or two about women and how they function.  For example, I’ve learned that the answers to all questions are always “Yes.” Unless she asks a question longer than 30 seconds the answer changes a little to:

*Pause*; *Intelligence Face*; *Look at her*; “Hmm…that’s true, yes.”

Needless to say I’ve got everything figured out.  I’m even pretty good at playing the emotional minesweeper game known as mood swings.  When I sense an emotional mine in the vicinity, I put a flag down and make sure I don’t step there.

That mine was the I'll take out the trash after the game mine. Should've used the flags.
That mine was the I’ll take out the trash after the game mine.
Should’ve used the flags.

“So you rather play Call of Duty for the third straight night, than sleep early with me?”
*Drops flag*
“Of course not, I love sleeping with you early.”

Or

“Wait, what do you mean we should just stay in instead of having a dinner downtown?
*Drops 2 flags*
“I was just kidding, I just wanted to surprise you!”

 

Really, I thought I had things handled quite well and I’ve been able to handle these situations like a champ, until this pregnant business comes swooping in.

The mood swings my wife has been experiencing has melded with a lack of appetite and transformed it self into something more…let’s call it Food Swings.  And man, these Food Swings are on another level.

How so? I noticed two types of conversation that we have now when it surrounds the subject of food.

Scenario 1: “13 year old Emo Teen Non-Cravings”

Me – “Hun, what do you want to eat tonight?
Wife – “I don’t know…:
Me – “Fish?”
Wife – “No…”
Me – “Chicken?”
Wife – “No…”
Me – “How about I make you congee?”
Wife – “No…”
Me – “I can bake potatoes, do you want that?”
Wife – “Stop asking, I don’t #%&* know, okay…arrrrgghhh!”

You would think that a person who is carrying an extra person inside would want to eat more.  But I learned that though her intentions are to eat, it’s the wacky hormones that are throwing off her inner foodie.  And thus, it’s up to me to step up my game and find her anything that might interest her appetite.

Scenario 2: “B*tch Better Feed My Tummy Cravings”

 Morning

Me –“Okay Hun, we have string beans in our fridge and some pork, we should stay in tonight.
Wife – “Yeah, that’s a good point…I don’t mind staying at home!”
Me – “Alright I’ll marinate everything!”
Wife – “Sounds good! :)”

Afternoon

Me – “Alright, are we still good for eating at home tonight?”
Wife – “Oh, I just saw a picture of Kimchi Fried Rice…OMG babe I want that now!”
Me – “But we have stuff at home…”
Wife – “OMG…I hate you. I’m gonna shoot you.  You’re dead to me.”

These are actually kind of fun, cause you do not know what triggers these cravings.  So far I learned that with a wife who is constantly on Instagram following food accounts, there’s pretty much no point of even buying groceries.  I’m better off spending that money on gas to go to these restaurants.

No matter how suave I used to be with massaging the mood swings.  These Food Swings are the real deal and she is not messing around.

 

Getting Punch and Kicked In The Face Has Never Felt So Good

I’m learning that the pregnancy process is like an elaborate project plan. As the soon-to-be Dad I am the Project Lead, and my Wife of course is the unpaid intern doing all of the heavy lifting for the project.

And like any successful project you need to have check-in points or milestones to ensure everyone is clear of the goal.

A milestone is defined as:

…a task of zero duration that shows an important achievement in a projectMilestones are a way of knowing how the project is advancing if you are not familiar with the tasks being executed. They have zero duration because they symbolize an achievement, a point of time in a project.

Is there any better milestone than getting kicked in the face by your child?

The first time I put my ear to my wife’s belly and felt the kick was magnificent. Though my wife is doing all the work for this “project”, physically feeling that kick basically validated everything that has gone on.

I’ve never felt pride, excitement, joy, and happiness all in one punch to the face before, and it’s something that I will always remember and cherish.

So 15 years from now when this boy/girl slams their door at me during a major and heated argument, I’ll simply think back to these days when things were magical…and proceed to sign the ungrateful brat up for adoption.

Diddy’s Kongquest

When I was in Grade 2, I really really wanted Donkey Kong Country 2: Diddy’s Kong Quest for Christmas.

diddykong
Classic gaming. Donkey Kong Country 2: Diddy’s Kong Quest

What was more crazy is, I knew my mom bought it for me for Christmas that year.  If my memory serves me right, I don’t even think my mom bothered to wrap the game.  It was there under the tree, waiting for me.

I don’t remember wanting anything more as a kid, than to just play the game.  But I knew had to wait. And I remember preparing my mind to focus on Christmas day knowing that I will be able to play until my eyeballs fall out.

I knew it was going to happen, but it would take time and patience.

Time.

Patience.

We’ve been trying to have a kid for the past five months.  And although I’ve been told that five months is relatively short, and other couples try for years, this has taken quite a toll on myself and more so my wife.

If I can summarize our feelings for each month of trying with one word it would be the following:

1st month – Excitement

2nd month – Determination

3rd month – Weary

4th month – Fearful

5th month – Uneasiness

So when my wife came out of the doctors office and found out that the pelvic pains she was getting was due to her being pregnant. I’ll always remember that look.

It’s the same look as when I was waiting and watching her come down the aisle.  It’s also the same look of when she said yes when I asked her to marry me in the bedroom of our first house on top of two dusty blankets, a pizza, and some Haagen Dazs ice cream.

That was the moment for me, and it’s a moment that I’ll stamp and file away along with those other looks.

Now I know it’s risky to get ahead of ourselves, but it’s so hard not to get excited. We are preparing our mindset.  And although I do not what tomorrow, next week, or next month will bring.

I do know one thing: I got my game way before Christmas.

This website will be my way of documenting this new step and new chapter of my life, where I will become a father.

(Holy shit. That is one strange thing to admit.)