Yesterday, I had written that we received a surprise gift in the mail: the book Oh, Baby, the Places You’ll Go! A Book to Be Read in Utero.

As I sidled into bed last night I decided to take the book with me so that I can read to Tater Tot for the very first time.

The book itself is very similar to the one from which it was adapted – Dr. Seuss’ Oh the Places You’ll Go! – with a few changes here and there. I quite enjoyed myself, although occassionally stumbling over the funny words, colorful rhymes and frequent alliterations that is the trademark of the author.

Then I reached the last spread.

You’ll find that this world’s
a great place to begin,
but it could use some help—
which is where you come in.

So now, as my voice
burble-urps in your ear—
with a bump-thumpy sound
that is not very clear—
the words I am saying
you hear in your heart,
and know that I wish you
the very best start.

It’s a scrumptulous world
and it’s ready to greet you.
And as for myself…

well…
I can’t wait to meet you!

My voice started cracking midway through, and by the end I had tears freely streaming down my face.

It’s amazing how you can grow so attached to something that is the size of a sesame seed. 

I got married at 27, a fairly young age in my group of friends.

When I returned from my honeymoon, I suddenly felt like a pariah. You can’t deny it – people treat you differently once you’re married.

Invitations to girls-night-outs slowed to a trickle. When you strike up a conversation with a man (even in a 100% platonic manner), people give you strange looks. Dinners with single friends became less and less common as dinners with other couples seemed to become more typical and expected.

Do I no longer like to have fun? Am I a different person from the one pre-marriage?

Now that I am pregnant, the loneliness has grown even more severe.

The majority of my friends are still single, let alone expecting a child. They treat me like a fragile egg or avoid me altogether. Happy hours and thirsty Thursdays have been replaced with my sitting at home, going through pictures on Facebook of my friends having fun without me.

Of course I know that I cannot drink. But who says I can’t join them with a virgin cocktail? An invitation would at least be appreciated.

I am not stupid. I know that this pregnancy is a life-changing event. I know that I cannot do many of the things I once took for granted.

I know that my life will never be the same again.

But is it too much to ask to be included again? To not be treated like a leper?

Did anyone else feel left out after getting engaged or married? How about after finding out you’re pregnant? How did you deal with it?

We had our first OB appointment today! Before I get to the fun stuff, check out this lovely conversation I had with J en route to the doctor…

Geek in Heels: So are you excited?

The Sperm Donor: Yes!!!

Geek in Heels:

The Sperm Donor: I have one next week, and another the week after that…I can’t wait!

Geek in Heels: What are you talking about?

The Sperm Donor: Fantasy football drafts! What are you talking about?

Geek in Heels: Our first doctor’s appointment.

The Sperm Donor: Ooh…

Geek in Heels:

The appointment itself was quick and painless. I thought I was about 6 weeks pregnant, but I guessed wrong…based on the size of the embryonic sac (that was all we could see), the doctor estimated that I’m only 4.5 weeks along.

We are scheduled for another appointment in 2 weeks, when the doctor should be able to confirm Tater Tot’s age and my due date.

(Per our friend Eva‘s suggestion, we have decided to call the baby “Tater Tot” until we decide on a name. Why Tater Tot? Because J’s nickname is, and has been for most of his life, Potatohead.)

The appointment has confirmed three things:

One
After doing some quick calculations, I discovered that there’s a good chance that the due date will be near or on our 2-year wedding anniversary. How cool would that be?!!

Two
I need to find a new OB. The doctor looked and sounded so much like the Asian doctor from the movie Knocked Up that we couldn’t help but snigger. How would you feel if this scene kept running through your head?

In addition, the staff was a bit rude. When I asked if I could keep the ultrasound picture, they said, “Why would you want to keep that? You can’t even see anything!” and just brushed me off.

Three
I need to really start taking care of myself and the baby. Everyone’s been telling me that I need to be careful, but I didn’t take much heed. I continued to climb up stairs, lift heavy objects, and even clean the bathroom while inhaling harsh chemicals. Seeing my baby on the screen was exactly what I needed. It’s time to start eating healthy, watch every step I take, and accept the fact that I will not be able to do a lot of activities I once so enjoyed. (And yes, cleaning the bathroom is something I enjoy…don’t judge me!)

Can you believe it? I’m going to be a mommy! Please keep me, Tater Tot, and J in your thoughts and prayers for the duration of this pregnancy!

Earlier today, I discovered Kidtropolis via Boing Boing.

…it was as if the blogging world united to cogratulate me on the pregnancy.

Based in Vienna, Virginia, Kidtropolis designs and builds fantasy children’s rooms. Check out its magic below.

The Carousel Room:

The Guiness Room:

The Magic Tree House:

The Nursery Rhyme Themed Room:

As much as I love the rooms above, the one that really caught my eye was the Weekend Nursery. I doubt J will agree to something as elaborate as this, but oh the exquisite details! The eye-popping but calming colors, the canopy crib, and even the fencing along the walls almost makes me long for a girl (we both want a boy).

Seeing as we are currently pinching every penny, I am certain that we will not be able to afford Kidtropolis’ services. However, I have added them to my GReader knowing that they will continue to provide inspirtation for the duration of my pregnancy.

I know most people these days choose to wait 3 months before announcing it to the world, but how can I hold in something this big and exciting?!?

If all goes well, I’m going to be a mommy come April or May!