Muddling with Middle Names

We are having a heck of a time trying to decide on middle names for girls. We’ve had boy’s names locked up for awhile now, but the girl names are more difficult. At the moment we are thinking about Meghan (possibly Megan) and Anne (definitely not Ann) as first names, but we can’t seem to find any good middle names. I’ve tried some quick googling (oh crap, I’m going to get sued by Google now) for help picking out middle names, but I haven’t found anything too helpful.

You want it to sound beautiful with the rest of the name. At the same time you want it to have enough weight that it sounds menacing when used with the mom/dad voice. You know what I’m talking about. When a parent uses your first and middle name (or worse, all three) you know you’re in trouble. So far, nothing has matched those criteria.

I know its hard to make suggestions without knowing the last name, but I’m hoping someone out there can give some advice on how to pick a good middle name. Can I get some help?

We’ve Got the Beat!

Yesterday, we heard the heartbeat!

I was excited like a little schoolgirl, and I’m not too ashamed to say it. To me it seemed like an eternity waiting for the doctor to zero in on the heartbeat. Later, CincyMommy reminded me that Speck is only about 2 inches at the moment, and that makes the heartbeat a little tougher to find. But once I heard that unmistakable rushing/thumping sound I was running for my laptop. We got a great recording, and I’m planing on sending it out to the folks. I hope they’ll get a kick out it!

Hearing the heartbeat is really bringing this whole baby thing home for me. It’s starting to seem possible that there is, indeed, a life growing inside my wife. It seems impossible, but it’s true. I heard the heartbeat, so it must be true!

Every week we sit down and read through what’s happening with Speck. And the more I read the more I believe this whole process is a miracle. To quote CincyMommy, “How can anyone not believe in God when they see this?”

The Whole Story

I mentioned in an earlier post that CincyMommy and I had some bad times before. Earlier this year, CincyMommy became pregnant. Unfortunately the same day she found out, we also found out it was an ectopic pregnancy. In her case, this meant the egg had implanted itself in her left fallopian tube. Needless to say this is a very dangerous occurrence. Thankfully for us we found out very early, so there was little danger of her fallopian tube bursting. However, we had to terminate that pregnancy.

Afterwards we went through a lot of disappointment, guilt, and fear. We didn’t know if that would be our only chance, and if there was anything we could have done differently. It was a hard time for the both of us.

We decided to keep trying, and hopefully we would have better luck next time. And we have!! But our initial pregnancy experience made us wary of getting too excited, too quickly. We decided to wait until the 2 month mark before letting the rest of the family know. It was hard, but luckily the majority were out of town. It was great when we finally got to tell everyone. There was so much yelling and crying and hugging, it was awesome! Having a loving, supportive family network will make this whole process that much easier.

Monday we get to hear the heartbeat. I think its going to be pretty surreal.

Life without Wife.

For the past week, CincyMommy has been vacationing down in Florida. That’s right I get left up here, while she suns it up. I just wasn’t able to justify taking the time off right now. I’ve taken way too much time off this summer as it is.

It’s been tough not having her around. She grounds me, and keeps me focused. Without her, I just wander around the house. I’ll start a project and then get distracted. Or I’ll spend too much time trying to devise a schedule to keep me from being distracted. All in all, nothing is getting done.

The cats are starving for attention, too. There isn’t enough lovin’ to go around. When I get home, they become attached to me. And of course having two cats following your every step makes it hard to get things done, too.

Thank goodness she comes home tomorrow, and this house can get back to normal.

Science Says, “Keep Pushing those Kids!!”

I just finished reading an article at Scientific America’s website called The Expert Mind. It covers scientific research into the minds of experts. What makes an expert perform better than anyone else in their field? How is that a Grandmaster chess player can play faster and better than their opponents. According to the data it has almost nothing to do with inate ability and everything to do with practice. It turns out the old joke about Carengie Hall is right. You just need practice, practice, practice.

To me this article sounds a death toll for kids being kids. The earlier you start a child in a particular field the farther they will progress. The more you push them, the faster they’ll succeed. Its a nightmare scenario. Here’s a good summary quote from the article.

Thus, motivation appears to be a more important factor than innate ability in the development of expertise. It is no accident that in music, chess and sports–all domains in which expertise is defined by competitive performance rather than academic credentialing–professionalism has been emerging at ever younger ages, under the ministrations of increasingly dedicated parents and even extended families.

Unfortunately the authors see it as a positive discovery. They suggest educators should ask, “Why should there be anything in the world he can’t learn to do?”

My answer is “Because sometimes a child needs to play instead of practice, and create instead of memorize, and to explore without expectations”

CincyDaddy Goes to the Gyno

CincyMommy had an appointment today. Since I’m trying to be the involved father, I tagged along. I’ll take every chance I can get to be part of this pregnancy thing. Well it turned out that this visit wasn’t so much about the baby as it was about CincyMommy. Yep it was a regular old routine checkup.

Needless to say I felt a bit awkward. CincyMommy didn’t seem to mind, and the doctor didn’t have a problem, so I stuck it out. It was a little odd to say the least. But it got even stranger when the doctor asked if his intern could come in, too! It was like a little party in that exam room. Or maybe it was more like an orgy, what with everyone’s hands all over CincyMommy.

The doctor would exam her, and then say to the intern “OK, put your hand right there…No, here…Do you feel that? Yes…OK that’s her vagina” No I’m kidding, it was obviously some more specific part, but what do I know? Breasts and vagina. That’s the extent of my female anatomy lesson.

In the end, I came away with a new found respect for what ladies have to go through on a regular basis. I promise not to complain when it comes time for my prostate exam. That’s nothing compared to what you gals go through during every checkup.

Speck

speck

Yes, world, we have a speck!

Our first sonogram was today. I thought all sonograms were done on the belly area, but apparently when the baby is this small you have to get up close and personal. Very personal. But that’s a small price to pay (especially for me) to see our unborn child. Well, kind of see. The nurse told us that speck on the screen is it. I have my doubts, but she seemed to know what she was doing.

As you can see our child is already a whopping 5mm long at 6 weeks. The depressing part is this is the picture we have to show everyone when we make THE ANNOUNCEMENT. That speck is not that thrilling. But the idea behind the speck is great!

Speaking of the announcement, we will be waiting a little while. Just to be sure everything is OK with CincyMommy and the baby. We’ve had some bad luck in the past. But I’ll save that for another post. For now bask in the glory of Speck!

The Big News

When I came home for lunch today, my wife had something to show me.

She hands me a pregnancy test.

I look at it, and I ask “What does this mean?” Of course I know what it means, but I need to let it sink in. She shows me the lines, and how two lines mean yes. I ask “Well, couldn’t this be wrong?” She smiles and says she already got it verified by the doctor. Apparently someone has had a busy morning.

At this point she decides to ask a stupid question, too. “Are you excited?”

“Am I excited? Of course I’m excited, I’m ecstatic!!”

A whole new world is starting up for us now. The funny part is, I realize now that I’ve been waiting for it for a while now. It’s the next step for us, and the Wife and I are in a good place to start a family. I won’t be foolish and say we’re ready, but we are ready to give it everything we’ve got.

For better and worse, I’ve started this blog to chronicle this journey.

The Big News