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Monday, June 28, 2010

"Tedium & drudgery are good for the soul" ~Boober Fraggle

This past Sunday the Soon-to-be parents set out on a recon mission to evaluate all of the stuff needed to raise a new born. After sleeping in a bit to make sure we were properly rested. (or because we were really friggin tired) we ran a few quick errands we decided to start at the farthest point and work our way back. Which means Target was our first stop. Since we had done a quick glance through Target’s Baby Section, when we first found out Michelle is pregnant, we sort of knew where most things were. We looked at all types of things from nursery furniture, to high chairs, to car seats, to strollers. Even found a few things we liked even though we are still working out the layout of the nursery and the monitoring system.

We spent well over an hour in Target comparing products, checking out new and strange gizmos and in some cases reading over the instruction manuals to figure out how the heck some things work…



After spending nearly 2 hours in Target’s quaint baby department we were both intimidated and concerned as we entered Babies R Us’ sales floor. Luckily we were greeted with a sample registry and we found ourselves an understudy baby…




Our understudy helped us pic out furniture…



Blanket sets…



Even check the sizing of a few other infant household needs…



All in all we were able to check out most of the major items we’ll need for Spraggle. We also had a lot of fun. Tony bought a diaper bag which he will claim he only bought because it was on Clearance Sale however we all know he bought it because it is Really Cool! Other then that Michelle bought a new Maternity shirt and SOMEHOW our Understudy Baby found it’s way into our car and eventually back to our house. Good thing he’s Insanely Soft!

Thursday, June 24, 2010

What I Learned During the 1st Trimester

Although the first trimester is the shortest, because you don’t know you’re pregnant until a third of the way through it, and the slowest, since there isn’t much changing as far external appearance or daily life, there is still quite a bit that one can learn. Over the past few months I have considered, observed, and researched different things that I have seen and heard and I feel I’ve learned quite a bit from doing so.

For instance, I’ve learned that every pregnancy is different. We’ve all heard stories, perhaps witnessed, or even seen how Hollywood portrays morning sickness. Before Michelle was pregnant I would have thought that all women experience morning sickness that No Hangover that I have ever had could hold a candle to. I always thought that morning sickness would be so bad that no woman would ever want to have kids in fear of dealing with the nausea and vomiting of the first trimester. Imagine my surprise when my wife never once got physically ill. Sure she was nauseous at times and definitely exhausted but she never got sick. This was the first piece of the puzzle that caused me to realize that all pregnancies are different.

Along those lines I have also learned that almost all women have a pregnancy horror story. Some so horrific that if it had actually happened they would either be dead or would have sworn off having kids and not had their other 5 babies. The other amusing thing about this is that the moment these people find out you’re (or your wife in my case) is pregnant they feel they are obligated to tell you all about these horrors in graphic detail. In most cases describing parts of their body and things they went through with no regard for where they are, who’s around, who has a weak stomach, and/or who may be eating.

Oh speaking of eating, I have learned that during a pregnancy a woman will create her own version of the five food groups. In Michelle’s case the only food group that still resembles universal standards is the “Fruits” category. Apparently Spraggle LOVES the summer fruits like cherries, watermelon, strawberries, and grapes. The other food groups that Michelle has (in order of importance) are: Mac and Cheese (she could eat this 3 times a day Everyday), Funnel Cake, Chocolate chip cookies, and pickles.

That being said never let a pregnant woman go food shopping alone. If she wants chocolate chip cookies she will assume that you want them as well and purchase 6 boxes of them (just in case). And although she really wants the cookies she will eat half a jar of pickles on her way home from the store (actually happened).

Another thing I learned is that my wife and I are actually half decent at keeping a secret. Although, we were paranoid most of the time because we swore most of our friends and family knew she was pregnant (they just didn’t want to say anything), we were thoroughly surprised at everyone’s reaction when we told them. The whole reveal was both exciting and a lot of fun. Which in turn made us even more excited about the pregnancy, something we didn’t think could even be possible.

Which brings me to the last item on my list; over the last 3 months I realized that I know NOTHING about babies but I am VERY excited to learn. Going to the OB/GYN with my wife has been an eye opening experience and I have done TONS of research online about pregnancy, in utero babies, and what we need to do before Spraggle is born. All of which have led me to realize that I am completely unacquainted with this topic. Hell, this week we’re going out to look at baby furniture and my only goal during the trip is to see what the difference is between a crib, a cradle, a bassinet, a Mose’s basket, and a Pack n’ Play ‘cause I thought they were all the same thing. Apparently they’re not. But you know what? I’m excited to learn.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Spraggle Log (Tales from beyond the Placenta): First 3 Months of Captivity

I find myself floating within the confines of an ever shrinking bubble. I press against the lining each day in an attempt to expand my prison. Despite the darkness I am given adequate food, beverage, and time to rest. I must admit that I have become infatuated with this orange cheesy pasta. I believe I shall demand that as my meal more often. Also I do not much care for mass amounts of water. I’m floating in the substance why would I want to drink it as well. Something with an actual flavor or sugar content would be appreciated.

I find myself at the mercy of a four-legged black hair creature. Said animal insists on pushing herself against my cell and thus against me. Once I get full use of my newly acquired limbs I will be sure to give her what is coming to her.

I have been given much time to rest and think as my moving prison has seen it fit to take frequent breaks. I have come to not only depend but enjoy these siestas. The prison is so warm and comfortable I believe I shall call it…Mom.

Over the past few months I have seen consider growth both in myself and my prison. A fact Mom’s companion seems to point out almost regularly. Mom and her companion have made a few visits to an office to discuss my release. My parole officer has taken pictures of me as well as an audio statement for her records. She claims I will be free of this cell by year’s end. We shall see.

Another event of note is a party that was held in honor of my impending release. Although it did not seem like the guests were in on the surprise. In fact it did not seem like they knew I was in captivity at all even though I have made numerous gestures and expansions to my cell to inform them of such. Once aware of my existence my cell was subject to numerous amounts of pokes, prods, and the occasional kiss. Do these people not understand how difficult it is to keep this chamber capacious.

Two new targets I have besides the four-legged beast are one Ja-Hon and the father of Mom’s companion for both gentlemen saw fit to wage war on me in my weakened state. Although Ja-Hon was not yet aware of my imprisonment he saw fit to release a devastating spear attack to my walls and by association me. He shall know my wrath upon my release and like myself he will not see the attack coming.

My other attacker however is not nearly as innocent. He in full knowledge of my existence and incarceration drug my prison into the frigid abyss of the sea. He claimed it was an attempt at recreation however the internal temperature of Mom dropped dramatically. Climate control warfare is an ugly business and he above all else shall feel my fury.

OoH! Feeding time! Mmmmm French Fries!! What was I saying again?

Sunday, June 20, 2010

"Believe It or Not" (Season 3 Episode 8)

As the end of the first trimester approached we realized it we time to spread the word about the pregnancy. We had held in our excitement for 8 weeks and were able to skate by with only telling a few people

The first trimester can be very difficult. There are any number of things that can go wrong to hinder the pregnancy and a high likelihood of a miscarriage. But as the first few months drew to a close we were bursting at the seams to tell EVERYONE the good news.

As fate would have it we were given the perfect opportunity to tell most of the Sprague family all at one time. While in Wildwood for Mummer’s Weekend we took part in a pub crawl. Sadly a few key people were not there with us but we had to proceed as planned. We waited for the perfect bar, ordered a round of shots (which some people needed to be persuaded to drink), and enlisted the help of our friend Jim. Once Michelle and Stacie returned from the bathroom, the toast went something like this:

Jim: “SHOTS IN THE AIR! SHOTS IN THE AIR! SHOTS IN THE AIR!”

Tony: “To Spraggle! The Newest addition to the family”

There were more then a few confused looks until Michelle stood on the bench and lifted her shirt like this:



After a few more seconds of silence the building ERUPTED! People cheered, exchanged hugs, some fell down in shock, Israel declared peace, BP plugged the oil leak, and there were even a few tears.

We made our rounds showing everyone the shirt and allowing a few to touch the belly and take pictures.







Apparently we were nominated for an Emmy award for the way we hid the pregnancy and Michelle still acted like she was drinking.

Over the next week we tried to visit other members of the Sprague Family and a few members of the Frick family. Father's day along with our niece's birthday afforded us the opportunity to tell many Fricks at the same time.

This time we went much more subtle approach; with Michelle just simply wearing the Razy Baby shirt to the party. As each person arrived at the party we left it to them to realize what was on the shirt and internally question what it all meant. In most cases it was met with remarks like "Is that for real?" or "Does that mean what I think it means?" It was quite humorous and a very enjoyable way to spread the word to the whole group yet each person individually.

All in all it’s good to not have to hide it anymore and even Better to be able to finally talk about it openly. Thank you all for being a part of our lives. You helped shape us into who we are today and we hope you will help us do the same with Spraggle,

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

“The Voice Inside” (Season 5 Episode 3)

Today we had another visit with Dr. Sproat. (And Tony was told to be on his best behavior) This appointment was primarily to hear Spraggle’s heartbeat, although we had hoped to get some new ultrasound pics as well to show the family. Unfortunately we knew that wasn’t going to be possible when we were led into a room that didn’t have the required machinery.

In fact the room didn’t even seem to have a machine to hear Spraggle’s tiny heart pumping. A few people had tried to explain this possible implement of destruction describing it as a taser-like contraption built into a weight lifting belt. Michelle was terrified; Tony was looking for one on eBay.

Imagine our surprise when Dr. Sproat entered with a little box attached to a wand that looked like a Tootsie pop. She instantly remembered us. (we leave an impression on people) We were also hoping to get some pics with Spraggle Monkey wearing a stethoscope but Dr. Sproat wasn't wearing one. (What kind of doctor doesn't wear a stethoscope?)

Anyway, Dr. Sproat pressed the Tootsie Pop against Michelle’s stomach and began moving it around in circles. Before Tony could even ask “How can you tell the difference between Spraggle’s and Michelle’s heartbeats?” we heard two distinct patterns.

Let us tell you, Spraggle may not have much room to work with in there but he/she must have built themself a tiny gym cause that little heart was pump a mile a minute. Sadly we weren’t able to capture any audio to post on here but according to Dr. Sproat Spraggle sounds very healthy and is progressing nicely. (We were very happy to hear that!)

After a few rounds of questions, (Yes, Michelle is allowed on boats) we left the office to setup the next few appointments.