Well Hello there Blog Followers and other random Blog Finders – it’s been a minute!
So I have a story to tell.
Per my previous posts…the wife and I were all set for a big reveal with her family out in Iowa. We had the plan all set. The appointment was Wednesday and we flew out to Iowa on Friday with the rest of her immediate family. At dinner, before too much got out of control, we were to open a gift that was secretly wrapped by the local baby store, using the information from our secret envelope, to reveal a super awesome onesie and thus the sex of our child that is currently growing in my wife’s belly. The onesie was to be either blue or pink…pretty straight forward right? Well…yes, but not really.
You see…during our Wednesday appointment I saw something. At the time it was something I thought I shouldn’t see. After all the sonograms and 3D pictures the sonogram lady left some information visible that I wasn’t sure she should have…
I have, from the second we found out we were pregnant, always thought we were having a girl. So…when I saw SEX = FEMALE on the info sheet I was not surprised at all. YES!! Exactly what I thought and planned for. I wanted to jump for joy and give my wife a big celebratory kiss…But… Shit. I just peeked some info that she didn’t see. Need to keep this on the hush hush due our big reveal plan. “Ok Chris. No big deal. Keep your mouth shut for two days and don’t ruin the surprise!”
It wasn’t easy but we made it Iowa. The whole time I had, what I thought, was the super secret information about our future baby. I thought “should I just tell her?” Part of me felt bad. Like I was withholding information from my wife. But I kept thinking of the surprise and didn’t want to ruin it for her or her family who were super excited that we were going to share this moment with them.
My wife and mother-in-law headed to the mall to execute the last mission before we could deploy operation “reveal”. They stopped into the local mall and went to the baby store and informed the merchants of our plan. The merchants were thrilled to be involved and were more than happy to wrap up the appropriate onesie using the info from the envelope. My wife left with a box, wrapped in gender neutral colors (same one that is posted on my previous blog) and took it home. GATHER AROUND everyone it is time!
We gathered and I was so happy that the secret was about to be out. I just wanted everyone to know what I knew the entire time. It would be a load off my chest and…finally everyone would be in on this exciting information and we can share with the rest of our friends and family who have also been asking about the sex non-stop for the last few days. “Oh man, I’m so nervous!!!” My wife says…”Not me, I’m excited.” I say. OK…we start to open the gift wrapped box.
In my head “can’t wait to see the cute little pink outfit that they picked out for us and call my mom to tell her she is going to haver a sweet little grand daughter to play with in 4 months”. Gift gets unwrapped and………………BLUE onesie is pulled out!!!! Yes, WE HAVE BLUE, PEOPLE.
I was completely SHOCKED. I was 110% sure we were having a girl. I didn’t believe the blue onesie that my eyes were staring at. No way…Could the women at the store have messed this up? I grabbed for the envelop from the sonogram person…PINK paper. “They must of messed it up”…I opened the pink paper and it clearly says “CONGRATS you are having a BOY”. Those little tricksters. It was right and the ladies didn’t mess anything up and turns out the information that I had peeked at was patient information and not specific to the baby (duh! Chris.) The onesie was legit and the correct color. We are having a BOY. My mind exploded.
To add yet another wrinkle, to this already complex tale, my wife thought she was keeping a secret from me! She was almost positive that she saw a little something in one of the sonogram pictures that they gave us. I choose to ignore, what now looks clear as day, the male unit that my son has and seemed to be showing off in this one particular picture. So while I was 1000% sure it was a girl…my wife was about 90% it was a boy thanks to this picture. What a wild sequence of events all leading up to us finding out we are going to have a little homie instead of a little chica.
Hasn’t sunk in yet and we have no real good boys names. But…I’m extremely siked! Can’t wait to raise a little man. Is it too early to buy sporting goods? No, never too early for sporting goods.
About two years ago, when we bought our house, I never thought we wanted to or needed to put too much work into the place. Actually the reason I loved the house as much as I did was because it didn’t need a lot of work and being the not-so-handy man that I am that appealed to me.
As we speak…our plumber doing work in the attic. If you read my past blog(s) i mentioned we were adding an additional bath room and finishing our upstairs attic and right now there is some serious drilling going on. I have no idea what is actually happening but its serious and its loud so I can only assume lots of stuff is going down. Anyway…I thought this would be easy. Man was I wrong.
Every day it is something. Whether its a new “feature” that we are adding that will inevitably cost crazy loot, a problem with what we originally asked for and/or anything else you can imagine…every day I deal with something. I was hoping to avoid having to work and manage a project when I get home from work but it has gotten to that place where it need my attention in a big way and i’m not terribly happy about that. And mind you…I am just finishing one level of my house and including some plumbing for a bathroom. No big deal, right? WRONG.
We, like anyone who would get work done to their house, got estimates for the costs. Wasn’t bad. Seriously…I got estimates and thought “we can do this even if it’s a little over budget”. Well…we are REALLY over budget now and i’d say we not even half way done. Driving me crazy! “just how much over budget are we talking about here Chris??” you ask. It’s over 50% and will be worse by the time we are done. So think about that for a second – someone says to you “I’ll do the job for X” – Halfway through that job I’m at X plus 50% and wouldn’t be surprised if we end up 2x our original budget. Crazy right? (It’s kinda funny…I just laughed at myself because I was about to throw in a comment about real estate tax or something about my morgage rate and that would have just been too much grown up stuff at once- Look at what i’ve become! Kinda scary)
ANYWAY – we have a contractor/handy man that we have used for odd jobs and other recommendations when we have needed work done. He does great work and has always been upfront with me. This is the biggest job we’ve done with him and now I’m totally wishing we planned better and paid close attention to the details before pulling the trigger because this clearly was not properly thought out or planned right at the outset nor was it accurate in pricing for my estimate. This guy finishes work…and almost EVERY DAY comes down with a “new” invoice. “Dude…what is this?” I say…”Blah blah blah, addtional additional, wasn’t sure…blah blah…then I…and we need to…blah blah…money” That’s what I hear from him and my soul hurts a little more each time I reach for my checkbook. I might have a nice attic and somepoint but when it’s all said and don’t I might need to take out a second mortage or…MOVE. (jk- i’m being dramatic.)
If you are a homeowner you understand that even little-to-no work needed, when describing a house or a “quick and easy job” still means you will spend a crazy amount of money on stuff that you never even thought you’d have to. Odds and ends…electric work, plumbing…OK, Fine- I can deal with those issues cause you need those things to work if broken but… this upgrade/renovation is self inflicted so I have no one to blame but me. Ain’t that some shit.
This better be the nicest, coolest, upstairs attic situation with a bathroom, that raises the value of my house by at least 15% EVER.
Welp. WE DID IT. The wife is officially…..with child!
Talk about the mother of all game changers. I’m about to be a DAD. George is about to be a brother-dog and my awesome wife is going to a mother. Not just any mother…the BEST. That’s a given. Me and George on the other hand…our dad and brother-dog ability is still TBD but I’m fairly confident that we will all play our part in one tremendous little family.
I’m excited, terrified, thrilled, nervous, anxious, over-the-moon all at the same time.