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The Birth Story as Told by Mom

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No turning back

I went to bed Thursday night feeling good, but really tired.  It was the only day since going back to work that I had stayed all the way until 5pm…go figure.  Around 12:30, I got up to go to the bathroom, and was hardly awake, when suddenly my legs were soaked and I realized this was not normal.  Suddenly I’m running the 10 feet to the bathroom yelling, “J, I think my water just broke!!!!”  I sat there in disbelief as I realized that, in fact, my water had broken and that meant there was no turning back now.  Justin came into the bathroom trying to wake up and comprehend what I was saying, and to process exactly what it meant.

We decided not to call our doctor because we knew that we would then be “on the clock” to deliver within 24 hours, but labor had not started at all at this point, and we didn’t want to risk being induced.  Justin called Tanya, our doula, and she agreed with our decision and told us to get as much rest as possible and to text her when contractions started, and to then call around 5am.

We went back to bed and contractions started within 30 minutes or so.  I told Justin to go to sleep, that I could easily handle these early contractions without any help, and I needed him to be as rested as possible in the coming hours.  This lasted probably an hour and then I really needed his help to get through each contraction.

As I was lying there, I was trying to relax every part of my body so that my uterus could take all the energy it needed in order to make the contractions effective.  I pictured my uterus as a piece of machinery that was gaining power with each contraction.  I envisioned it pulling all the energy inward from each of my limbs, which were totally limp.  With each contraction, a little bit more of my uterus would light up, and eventually the whole thing would light up, and that would be when I was ready to push.  This worked for a while, but eventually, lying down was no longer an option.

There were some really challenging contractions, and all I wanted to do was take a hot shower or bath to help me relax.  Unfortunately, our building has a sub-par hot water heater so Justin kept checking for me, but there was zero hot water, so I just had to wait until it kicked in again.  I was really emotional at this point, and kept crying in between contractions about how I wanted so badly to do this labor naturally, but I just wasn’t sure that I could actually do it.  Justin was amazing at keeping me focused on the present and telling me that not only could I do it, I was actually doing it, so just keep it up!  I could feel myself becoming more and more dependent on him with every contraction as the intensity picked up and my energy level was dropping.

Justin helped me sit up and that helped some, but it limited how much I could relax the rest of my body.  We tried sitting on the birthing ball (an exercise ball), leaning over it (NOT a good position for me), and anything else we could think of to help relieve some of the pain and allow me to relax.  Eventually, I ended up sitting on the toilet and that was the most comfortable I was for the next eight hours or so.

Yes I can!

Around 7am, Justin ran to Duane Reade for me to get some drinks and other things I needed.  At first, I was totally terrified to have him leave. He had been with me for every contraction and was so encouraging that the thought of him being gone even for a little bit was almost too much.  I really needed him to go to the store, though, so I decided to get into the shower and thank the Lord we had hot water.  As I stood in the shower, I rocked back and forth and started chanting, “Yes I can!!”  I realized that mentally, labor was getting away from me, and if I was serious about doing this med-free, I was going to have to gain control of my mind and work hard to focus.

While Justin was gone, I started throwing up during contractions, so as soon as he got back he called Tanya and told her this.  She said she was on her way over right away, since this was a change in my labor and indicated that things had stepped up.  When Tanya arrived and rang our doorbell I had just started a contraction and Justin started to head to the buzzer to let her in.  I think it’s a miracle that my nails didn’t dig into his arms to keep him with me until the contraction ended.  He had no more than opened the door for her when another one came and I was screaming from the bathroom for him to come back to me—I think he covered the length of our apartment in about 3 leaps to get to me!

Tanya and Justin talked for a minute and I remember hearing her say, “Oh she looks great, she’s really doing it, this is great” so that was encouraging.  I was really doubting myself because I didn’t think I was doing it “right.”  I told Tanya this and she was so sweet—she said of course I was doing it right, I’m having my baby and I’m doing exactly what I needed to do!

We had arranged for our dog Buddy to go to a dog sitter’s house while we had the baby, so once Tanya arrived, Justin was planning to take him.  While he was getting dressed to leave, Tanya asked me where Justin needed to go, and when I told her 27th street (we live on 196th), her face totally changed and she immediately went to tell Justin that Buddy was on his own because that was NOT an option at this point.  I must say, I was really relieved because I really didn’t want him to leave me.

Next time, have a home birth…

Instead, she said we were going to the hospital because I was in a lot of labor at that point.  Suddenly, I was really scared at the prospect of going to the hospital and really having this baby.  It also didn’t help to think of getting into a cab and driving down the West Side Highway while contracting, but as Tanya explained, “Next time have a home birth, but right now, we’re going to the hospital”.

I think that was what I needed to hear—that we’re going and that we’ll take it one minute at a time, and at the end I would have my baby girl.  I had 2 contractions before we got to the front door of our building so I’m sure the people on the first floor thought some animal was dying in the lobby, but it was really just my moaning.

As we got into the cab, the driver looked totally terrified and started yelling “ambulancia, ambulancia!!” Tanya assured him that I was fine, this was not an emergency and he needed to get us to the hospital.  As we were driving, I was holding my head halfway out the window and Tanya was putting counter-pressure on my hips to relieve some of the tension and pressure.  This was by far the longest car ride of my life and ended with a trip down what I have labeled the road from hell—where potholes in NYC go to die!!  As we pulled up to the hospital I heard the driver (speaking Spanish), giving our credit card number to the dispatcher and he was saying, “Run the number, this woman is going to give birth in my car!!!”

As we got into the elevator at the hospital, someone had the nerve to get in with us and press for a stop at the 5th floor (we’re going to the 12th).  Even in my state of semi-awareness I wanted to tell them how annoying that was to me in that moment.  We also stopped at the 2nd floor so someone else could get on, but they took one look at me and decided it was not worth it!  Finally we got to the 12th floor and I was so relieved to be there—the final leg of the journey!

Been here before

The waiting room in triage was packed, but at this point I couldn’t open my eyes, I was just focused on each contraction as it came so I just kept doing my thing.  After about 20 minutes of waiting (and lots of contractions, and throwing up in front of a bunch of strangers), we were called back into triage.

As we went back, I felt myself getting really defensive because our hospital separates the laboring mother from her spouse to do a domestic violence screening (yes, WHILE she is in labor!).  The triage nurse started to tell us that we needed to be separated and at that point I was yelling, “He is NOT leaving me, there is no domestic violence, we have been here before!”  She was not fond of my behavior and said, “Well if you’ve been here before then you know how to put the gown on—last room on the right,” and walked off in a huff.

Once we got settled, Dr. Shulina came in to examine me and see our progress and this is where things went downhill for me, mentally.  She said I was at 4cm (I was expecting 7-8).  I wish I could say at this point that I was brave and courageous and kept my eyes on the prize, but I wasn’t and I didn’t.  I lost it.  I was sure she had made a mistake and was totally beside myself.  Justin was working so hard to keep me calm but I was truly in a state of panic.  Dr. Shulina had to really talk me down and get me to re-focus on what I was doing.  Contractions were really strong and I figured I had a good 8-12 hours to go and was convinced that I couldn’t do it—there was no way.  I told Justin I wanted the epidural and that I wanted it NOW.  I figured I would have it eventually, so there was no need to wait!  Again, I became really emotional, because I was so disappointed that we wouldn’t have the birth we both wanted so badly, but I was drowning in self-defeat by this time.

Justin was amazing—he just kept encouraging me to keep it up, that I was doing great, even though I kept telling him just the opposite.  Finally, Dr. Shulina decided that I was severely dehydrated because I was continuing to throw up all the water/Gatorade I was drinking, so I needed an IV.  She explained that my uterus was not relaxing between contractions because of the dehydration so in essence I wasn’t getting a break between contractions.  Although I wasn’t able to verbalize it, this made a big difference to me.  Knowing that something wasn’t working 100% the way it should made me think that maybe I could do this once my body was back to laboring the way it needed to.

The same nurse who greeted us at triage was responsible for getting my IV ready and in my arm, and she took her sweet time.  Even in my state of labor I knew this was taking a long time, and when she finally came in, it’s a miracle Justin didn’t smack her for not getting there sooner! Originally, I did NOT want an IV because I wanted to be free to walk around between contractions, but at this point I had no interest in walking, so I figured an IV couldn’t hurt.  The feeling of that cold liquid going into my arm was like pure adrenaline going into my body.

I had the IV in my arm for only 5-10 minutes when suddenly the room was full of nurses and doctors.  They were telling me that they couldn’t keep Brooklyn’s heart beat on the monitor and they needed me to turn onto my side.  I told them I couldn’t but the resident looked at me and said, “Your baby is in trouble—get on your side.”  Suddenly, what she was saying clicked in my mind and I rolled to my side and they started me on an oxygen mask.  Again, I really started to panic because I didn’t know what was going on but all of these people in our room made me think something was REALLY wrong.

I HAVE TO PUSH!

They did another exam to check my progress and just as the resident announced, “She’s fully plus two, go get Shulina,” I had the most unbelievable urge to push.  Dr. Shulina came right in and they started to move me into a delivery room (we had been in triage for about 30-40 minutes at this point).  As they’re moving my bed, my arm was lifted into the air because my IV was still attached to the wall.  A nurse told me to keep my arms inside the bed and Justin kindly reminded her that it was because my arm was attached to an IV which was still in our triage room!

As we were moving into the delivery room I told Shulina, “I HAVE TO PUSH”, and she responded with the calmest voice, “So push!”  That was a great comfort to me—I had been in a panic mode in triage and Shulina made it clear that this was the most natural thing in the world, so if I wanted to push then it’s time to push and that was fine with her! 

Once we got settled into the delivery room, Shulina started talking to me about how to push, and preparing me for the “ring of fire.”  I had read a LOT of labor stories and knew a lot about the stages of labor, so I was prepared for this, but I still found that I was scared.  Many of my friends had pushed for several hours and I told her I couldn’t do this for 3 hours!  Again, she was totally calm and said, “You won’t—you’ll be done very soon!”  She probably couldn’t have really known that, but at that moment I needed to hear it, and it helped change my attitude to an attitude of “Yes, I can do this—my body is designed for it!”

With the next contraction, I had the most satisfying feeling of pushing.  Finally, instead of trying to relax into contractions, and allowing my body to take over, I could do something in response to the urges.  I was mostly on my back but sitting up to push when again, Brooklyn’s heart rate was not steady enough for Shulina’s liking, so she had me lay on my right side.  Again, Justin was AMAZING.  My entire upper body was supported completely by him, and from my hips down I was on the bed on my side.  Between contractions I just wanted to bury my face in his chest and hold his hand because it was such a comfortable and safe place.  With each push it was amazing that I could feel Brooklyn moving through my body, and I knew I was so close to meeting her.

As she was starting to crown, Dr. Shulina took my hand so I could touch her head and I remember yelling, “I don’t want to touch her; I want her OUT!” It sounds bad, but what I really meant was that I didn’t want just the top of her head; I wanted to hold my baby girl!

The most beautiful sound

Finally, she was there, screaming bloody murder, and it was the most beautiful sound!  The cord was around her neck once, which was why her heart rate was dropping (it was being compressed), but once she was out everything was perfect!

When they handed her to me I couldn’t believe how tiny she was.  I also couldn’t believe that I had gone from 4 cm to holding my daughter in an hour and fifteen minutes (maybe less)!!  They took her away a few minutes later to get her foot prints and do the eye ointment, foot prick etc, and while I HATED being separated from her, it was a beautiful sight to see Justin over there with her with his hand covering almost her whole upper body.  Finally the nurse brought her back and Tanya helped us get started on breast feeding.

By far, this was the hardest most emotional experience of my life, but it was also an intensely empowering experience.  I felt like if Justin and I could handle this, we had a good start into parenthood.  I have never needed another human being the way I needed Justin during those 12 hours, and seeing the way he took care of me took our relationship to an even deeper level.  He was my rock– emotionally, physically and mentally throughout this labor.  I am so deeply thankful that we got the labor we wanted and that we did it together—Praise the Lord!

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Welcome Brooklyn Mae Potts

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She was born Friday, March 11 at 12pm. 5 lbs. 8 oz. 19 inches

She’s amazingly beautiful and healthy. We will post the birth story soon. Thanks for all of your thoughts and prayers. We could not have done it without you.

31 Weeks and Kicking Like Crazy

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Well, you’re 31 weeks along now and you weigh about 3 1/2 pounds. Your eyes can now respond to light and you are moving around like crazy. Your kicks are getting a lot stronger and we can see you moving around from the outside of mommy’s belly.

Mom had a baby shower in St. Louis last weekend and everyone was so generous. We are really excited about everything we received for you. While she was there, I spent the weekend moving some of our extra furniture and clutter into storage so we could make room for you. Big shout out to our friend Topper for helping out.

Your swing in the "Buddy-free zone"

Sorry to disappoint you, but you don’t get your own room yet…it’s half of our bedroom. We completely rearranged the room from they way it’s been since we moved in and set up half the room for you. It’s still not complete yet because mommy’s chair hasn’t come yet and we haven’t set up the crib yet, so I won’t post any pictures until those things happen. But it’s looking great and I’m really excited about it.

This weekend, we went to Babies R Us and got to park in the “For expecting mothers” space, which was fantastic, and we got some more stuff for you. We got a gate to put up around your swing (pictured) in the living room to keep Buddy from jumping on you. We also got your stroller and a lot of clothes, including a Jets outfit. Unfortunately, the Jets just lost in the AFC Championship game, but you’ll be able to wear it next football season when they win the Super Bowl. We also hit up Marshalls and TJ Maxx for some amazing deals on outfits for you. You’ll definitely be the best dressed baby in NYC.

Last week was our last Bradley class. One of the girls in the class who already had her baby brought her to the class. She was so cute and just laid there and nursed a lot. I can’t wait for that to be you in just a few weeks!

We have our next doctors appointment tomorrow afternoon, and then I’m going to Chicago for a couple days this week for work. Hopefully we get some more ultrasound pictures of you tomorrow. Next week, we have our tour of the birthing center, and in a few weeks we’re taking some classes at the birthing center. It will be a busy next few weeks as we count down the weeks until you’re born!

Keep growing and developing!

Love,

Dad

Since there was no Week 30 post, here's last week's picture, from the baby shower in St. Louis

27 Weeks and the Last Christmas

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Yesterday was Christmas Day and we had a great time celebrating with mommy’s family. It was great to relax and play with your cousins Gavin, Eldon, and James, watching them open presents and play with their new toys and books. It all really made me realize how much different next Christmas will be. This was our last Christmas without you and for that I couldn’t be more excited. Your cousin James was born this past March, so he’s the same age you will be next Christmas and I absolutely can’t wait. He’s so cute and precious, learning how to crawl and starting to grab our hands and pull himself up onto his feet. And next Christmas, that will be you!

Your Aunt Lisa gave us a little red pea coat and some red leggings for you to wear next winter. You’ll look absolutely beautiful in it. She’s so excited to buy stuff for you since she has had the last four years to buy clothes for her two boys (Gavin and Eldon), and now you’re the first girl in the extended family. Somehow I think you’re going to be the cutest one 🙂

Mommy’s belly is really starting to grow now, which means you’re really growing too. You should weigh about two pounds now, equal to about 900 paper clips (who knew?)! You’re also the size of an eggplant (but much better looking, of course). Mommy has noticed that her body is aching a lot more and she has to take things a lot slower now. I’m having trouble walking slow enough to keep pace with her! But she has been doing a great job of eating right and drinking lots of water and not pushing things.

Your first coat, from your Aunt Lisa

Everything says that you’re starting to look like you will look when you’re born. I can’t wait to see how beautiful you are when you come out in about three months. Your due date is three months from tomorrow!

Another present I got for Christmas is a book from your Uncle Andrew and Aunt Lisanne called What a Difference a Daddy Makes, by Dr. Kevin Leman. I’m really excited to read it and I already read the fist couple chapters. It’s all about the role a father plays in the growth of his daughter. I guess I never realized the importance of the cross-gender relationship is: father-daughter and mother-son.

The book made a great point about how society really portrays fathers as distant, uninvolved, and irresponsible. It talked about a study of major TV sitcoms in 1998, and out of 102 shows, only 15 had fathers as central, recurring characters, and only four of those portrayed the dad as “competent and caring.” Four out of 102! No wonder there’s so many abused, orphaned, isolated kids out there. It’s the way we’re taught to be. But it’s not the way we’re designed.

The author, who is a psychologist an “expert” on marriage and parenting, and also happens to have four daughters (and a son) himself, says that the father-daughter is THE most important relationship. I’m really looking forward to reading more about it and really working at being the best father I can possibly be for you.

Well, we’re in Chicago right now and supposed to head back home to New York tomorrow, but there’s a blizzard hitting NYC right now that will probably force us to stay in Chicago at least another night.

On Wednesday, we have our last Bradley class. Two of the couples in the class have now had their babies, and another couple is only a couple weeks away!

We just found out that my cousin Bruce and his wife Brooke are pregnant, so we’re excited for them. You’ll have a cousin to grow up with who is only a couple of months younger than you!

By the next time I write you, it will be 2011, so keep growing, keep kicking, and get ready for an exciting year!

Love,

Dad

25 Weeks and Over a Pound

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Wow, I can’t believe it has been a month since I’ve written you. I have been really busy with traveling and so much has happened in the past month. Work threw us a baby shower and gave us some great gifts that you’ll love in a few months. We got some onesies, some toys that you’ll love playing with, and some books that I can’t wait to read to you. You’ll have to remember to thank them once you’re able to talk. 🙂

It seems like every day you get more and more real. Mommy’s belly is really growing and you’re dancing around like crazy. It’s so cool to feel you move. Sometimes when we’re laying in bed and mommy is sleeping, I like to just put my hand on her belly and feel you moving all over the place, imagining what it will be like when I can actually hold you and see you.

You now weigh between a pound and a pound-and-a-half and you’re past the week of viability. Supposedly, your ears can now hear, but I’m not sure I like what you’re telling me. A couple of weeks ago, you were kicking like crazy, so I asked you if Michigan should keep head coach Rich Rodriguez. All the sudden, you stopped kicking. I even held my hand there for longer than I anticipated, but sure enough, no kick. So then I asked if Michigan should fire him, and right away, I felt a big kick. You must not be reading my other blog, Maizeandgoblue.com, because I’m still supporting him. That, or you’ve already been corrupted by mommy. Thankfully, my secret Santa at work got me a great gift, one that you’ll be wearing a lot. A Michigan onesie and socks.

A great secret Santa gift. Thanks Kara!

A couple of weeks ago, we had a little bit of a scare. Mommy was having really sharp stomache pains, but decided to try to go to work anyway. By the time she got there, it was really bad. She called her doctor who told her to give it an hour and if it doesn’t go away, to come into the hospital. It didnt’ go away, so we went in and they ran some tests and everything checked out okay with you and her. She ended up getting a couple bags of IV fluid for being dehydrated, and then the pains were gone. The doctor gave her strict orders to drink a gallon of water a day, which she has been doing a great job of. The only problem is she has to go to the bathroom a LOT. But we’re both glad that you’re healthy and growing perfectly.

At Thanksgiving, your great-grandma Bush brought us a cradle that her dad had built from a tree in his front yard. We can’t wait for you to use it. What a great family heirloom! She also knit a really nice blanket for you that will look great on you.

We went to Chicago last week and got to see your cousin James. He was born this past spring and it’s so crazy to think that this time next year, you’ll be that size. He was rolling around and sitting up and even crawling a little bit!

Your other cousin Gavin came to visit us this weekend and we had a great time. He’s four years old and his prayers for the past couple of years have consisted of “please let me ride the subway train with uncle Justin and aunt Carrie. Amen.” Well, he finally got his wish and loved it. Seeing his face when the train was coming and while riding it was great. I can’t wait until you’re here so I can experience those kinds of joys with you…seeing you light up at the things that you like and showing you the great parts of this world.

Our friends from college, Nate and Kate Miley just had a baby girl a couple of weeks ago and we’re really happy for them. It’s fun to look at their pictures and live vicariously through them for a few months until you come. Just thinking about those first few days and weeks with you is so amazing to think about. I still have no idea what to expect, but I know it will change my life forever.

Bradley class is going well, but it’s almost finished. One of the girls in our class had her baby a couple of weeks ago as well, so it’s exciting to start seeing these couples that we have been in class with for the past few months start to actually have their babies. The next one is due on Christmas day, so we’re praying that all goes well.

This weekend is our first weekend at home together in over a month, so we’re going to relax and enjoy it. We’ll probably start getting your room ready (and by your room, I mean half of our room…welcome to New York!). We’re going to rent a small storage unit to put all of our non-essential furniture in for the next few months so we can free up space for you.

Next week, we’re going back to Chicago for Christmas…our last Christmas without you! While it might be more relaxing than future Christmases will be, it certainly won’t be as enjoyable. We’re really looking forward to welcoming you into the world in 15 weeks!

Stay healthy.

Love,

Dad

The Big Reveal

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A beautiful spine

We tried to find out your gender a week ago and we were all excited to tell our family and friends. We were getting ready to see my parents the next day and were planning a perfect way to surprise them with the announcement in person. But then you moved around too much for the doctor to be able to see and we were left waiting for another week.

We were a little bit disappointed, but then I realized that it just gave us another week with something to look forward to.

This morning we went to St. Luke’s Roosevelt Hospital for the anatomy ultrasound and after a few anxious moments, we found out that you’re no longer just our little baby. You’re our little baby girl!

Looks like you have mommy's nose

Mommy has been thinking all along that you would be a girl. I don’t know if it’s because she wanted a girl, or if it’s because of all the old wives’ tales or if it was just a mother-daughter connection, but she was sure of it all along. The only moment of hesitation was last night when she had a clear-as-day dream that you were a boy. But I immediately dismissed that because when your cousin Gavin was about to be born, mommy had a dream that he would be an Asian genius.

As for me, I’ve been completely split about whether I wanted a boy or a girl first. Part of me wanted a boy because I think that’s what all guys want first. A boy as the oldest child can protect his younger sister(s). But part of me wanted a girl because there aren’t any other granddaughters in the family. If you were a boy, you would be the fourth one on the Barnes side.

Once I found out that you are a girl, however, I was ecstatic. You’re daddy’s little girl and I can’t wait to raise you and teach you all about life and Michigan football and boys and everything else.

Obviously, since I’ve never been in this position before, I can’t speak from experience, but it seems that there’s something more special to a father about a daughter than a son. I like the way that the politician and writer from the 1600-1700s, Joseph Addison, put it: “Certain is it that there is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter. In love to our wives there is desire; to our sons, ambition; but to our daughters, there is something which there are no words to express.”

No words to express, and yet here I am trying to write about what it will be like to raise you. I know that a young girl is so delicate and precious and it’s a huge responsibility as a father to raise her in a way that allows her to flourish. While it’s a huge responsibility, I can’t wait to dive in and take on that responsibility head-first.

There are those kicking legs

A part of me is reflecting on the kind of world I’m bringing you into. A world in which terrorism has forever changed the way we go about our daily lives. A world in which millions of people are struggling to find jobs and hold onto their homes. A world in which our president cares more about his own celebrity than the safety and well-being of our country. And yet, with all of the peril we face right now, I can’t wait until you’re born so I can show you all of the beautiful parts of life.

In what I think should be one of the top albums of 2010, the Arcade Fire sings, “So can you understand why I want a daughter while I’m still young? I wanna hold her hand and show her some beauty before all this damage is done…”

That’s how I feel right now. I can’t wait to show you the sunrise or the ocean. I can’t wait to teach you how to love and to dance with you at your wedding. And above all, I can’t wait to be your dad.

20 Weeks and Halfway Home

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Well, baby Potts, it’s been three weeks since I’ve written you, but I promise you haven’t been forgotten. It has been a busy three weeks.

Last Thursday, we were supposed to find out if you’re a boy or a girl, but you were having none of it. You were moving around so much that the doctor wasn’t able to tell on the ultrasound. She said if she had to guess, she would say girl, but that’s just a guess. We have another appointment this Thursday, which is an anatomy ultrasound, so we will find out for sure then.

Of course it won’t change how much I love you, but I can’t wait to find out what we have to look forward to. All signs seem to be pointing towards girl, and even though I’ve been saying all along that I’m hoping for a boy, the thought of a girl is really exciting. You’ll be the first girl in either of our families.

It has been really fun the past few days to feel you kicking. Mommy can feel you all the time now and if I put my hand on her belly, I can sometimes feel too. I think you’re going to be a soccer player just like me! It’s pretty crazy to think that you’re inside her belly in a sack of water and the size of a cantaloupe with body parts that are still developing, and yet you’re able to kick hard enough for us to feel it on the outside. How truly amazing the whole process of birth is.

Looking like an alien at 19 Weeks

This past weekend, we were in French Lick, Ind. for the wedding of a good family friend, Kayla Seaman. Her dad, Rick, was my dad (your grandpa)’s college roommate, and the Seaman kids, as well as another family, the Beadles, grew up together like cousins. They were some of our best friends growing up, closer even than some of our family. Jared Seaman, who is three years older than me, and his wife are about a week farther along than we are in their pregnancy, and one of the Beadle kids, Cameron, and his wife are expecting shortly after we are. So our parents are all becoming grandparents at the same time. I hope that we can continue the Potts, Seaman, Beadle tradition with you, or at least have other great friends that we can raise you with.

During the wedding was a very touching moment in a tribute to Rick, who passed away 12 years ago. They showed a video of home movies that he made of his kids while they were growing up…getting ready to go on vacation, etc. The most touching part was the end when he was filming Kayla on her first day of school with her backpack and dancing around on the driveway. You could just feel the love and admiration he had for her. It really made me long to be the kind of father he was, and I hope I can be like that for you.

Well, we are now halfway through the pregnancy and mommy is really starting to show. We will find out your gender on Thursday, as well as get all the tests done to make sure you’re as healthy as can be. I’m going to Denver this weekend for work for the Broncos-Chiefs game, so I’m looking forward to that, but not about leaving mommy alone for the weekend. The next weekend I’ll be in Minneapolis, but that should be the last of my work traveling for a while. Then we’ll be into the holidays and the home stretch until you’re born!

Take care!

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