Monthly Archives: October 2012

A much delayed update

Written October 5, 2012

We’ve had a whirlwind of a couple of months for ourselves, and suffice to say time has flown.  Two trips to Colorado, weekends away in Manchester, all of it adds up to weeks ticking by and pants getting tighter.  It’s true.  It’s happening!

As of last Sunday, we’re 14 weeks and the proud parents to Lemon Fist Aardal (the websites we read disagreed as to how big the baby is, so we went with both size estimates).  At 13 weeks we fell in love with Peach Aardal.  What awaits us at 15 weeks we are uncertain, but we’re having fun giving a name to the little tiny being we know so little yet so much about.

So yeah…trimester 2.  Already.  It’s insane!  All of the key players have been informed: my parents/family over Labor Day weekend, Chris’s family during our first trip to Colorado, and both of our jobs this week.  This is where it gets fun!  The novelty of our big secret had definitely worn off – secrets are hard when they’re never ending – and now that we’re out in the open, it feels…exciting.  Really exciting.  Now it’s not just us waiting for the little Lemon Fist; it’s our families, our friends, our coworkers.  It turns out babies really do make people happy, even if it’s a baby that’s still on the inside.

Some details:

I’m feeling much better than I was for a while.  Back to my almost normal self it seems?  Much more energy than I had for a while and – thank god – the perpetual nausea has also taken a rest.  I can see my little belly growing, and I can feel my pants getting snugger by the day, but from the outside I still look pretty much…like me.  Soon enough I’m sure that will all change!

We have another doctor’s appointment in two weeks where we’ll hear the heartbeat again, and then two weeks following that is the highly anticipated ultrasound.  It’s weird enough to peer inside of one’s self, but I have a feeling it’s going to be even weirder to peer inside myself and see a wee little person.  This whole experience is surreal.

What else?  Some photos because everyone loves photos:

A wee little belly!

And a slightly less wee little belly…

And other than that, not a whole lot.  A long weekend awaits – we’re going to the Topsfield Fair with the familia.  It should be fun, though I do wish we could BUY chickens instead of just looking at them.  I want a chicken coop!  First we need a house…but then…chickens!  And a baby.  Perhaps in that exact order?  We’ll see.

Speaking of houses, we put an offer in on a house last night.  Is it our house?  That remains to be seen, but it could be pretty great in all of its character-filled quirkiness.  Fingers are crossed!

For now, off I go, back to growing a person.  xoxo.

Where the wind takes us

Written mid-September, 2012

Well slowly but surely we have begun to let the world in on our little secret.  It’s incredible and exciting and daunting…and really, really wonderful.  Our excitement grows as we realize that the urgency we felt right from the start was more nerves than anything else.  In times of stress, it’s natural to grasp for the tangible things to feel overwhelmed about, rather than to take a step back and realize that, in due time, all will be accomplished.  And what isn’t accomplished in due time?  Ehh, it’s probably not a big deal anyways. 

So yeah, we’re in a bit of a calm right now.  Physically, I’m feeling much better than I had been feeling for a while, so that makes the days easier for sure.  My activity level is a fraction of what it once was, and I have to admit that at times I struggle with that, but there is beauty found in embracing afternoon walks over afternoon runs.  I’m taking the scenic route these days. 

It’s amazing to think that just a year ago we were still in Mongolia.  At this time last year, I was preparing to move back to Boston and leave my man behind for a few months.  I had just experienced one of the craziest years of my life, and I looked forward to settling into a routine, a peaceful walk to work, a life surrounded by family…I yearned for those simple, everyday pleasures that most people consider to be the monotony of life.  I yearned for a casual dinner with family.  An afternoon jog.  A morning coffee.  Fresh vegetables. 

And then it was mine.  And I embraced it, enveloped myself with it.  It felt right, comforting, home.  Chris returned to Colorado in November, and we spent a glorious Thanksgiving weekend looking forward to our new life and being grateful, oh so grateful, for everyone that awaited us both in Colorado and Massachusetts.  We were surrounded by those who knew us best, those who loved us – as we would utter a few short months later – not because of ourselves, but in spite of ourselves.

Life changes…we got married on the most beautiful day in June.  Crystal clear blue skies, a sea breeze, more joy than we could imagine.  A ceremony filled with family, right down to the Preacher.  Smiles, tears, well wishing and reflection.  All of it beautiful.

A honeymoon of adventure in a 1986 VW Vanagon.  Two weeks to enjoy the coast of Maine, to eat lobster, and to journey where a whim carried us.

Back to our lives in Massachusetts.  The news, a short time later, that two would become three.  And then, another short time later, sharing that news with those we love.  More smiles, more tears, more well wishing, more reflection.  The feeling that we could not be more fortunate than to bring a baby into a family full of so much love.

I tend to think about life as one big adventure, and surely this is the next.  But adventure need not be something grand or daring; rather, adventure may be two parents striving to show their child small wonders in the everyday.  The beauty – the importance – of a casual dinner with family, a walk on the beach, a wander through the woods.  The joy of home baked cookies, casual weekends by a fire, evenings under the stars.

It’s true: adventure need not be something grand or daring.  But it doesn’t ever hurt to sprinkle in a little of everything just to be certain that things don’t get dull, and surely we’ll strive for that balance.  Skinned knees and scraped chins, be damned, we’re off on once heck of an adventure.  They’re always worth it in the end.

The weeks tick by…

Written August 24, 2012

Sooooo…we’re up to eight and a half weeks.  Here are some photos from along the way.  Note that there are none from week eight because we forgot, but we’ve got weeks five, six, and seven, and they all look much alike, so fear not, no big changes have been missed.

The big news this week was doctor’s appointment number one.  I met with a Doctor at Mt Auburn Hospital in their Center for Women’s Health.  They have a very extensive network of OBGYNs and Midwives, and the theory behind which they approach babies and births is very in line with how Chris and I feel about it, so that made us feel comfortable as we float in this sea of uncertainty.  The first appointment was with a doctor because the midwives were all booked, but from here on out we’ll proceed through appointments with a midwife.  I’ll explain more about our experiences as time goes on, but I feel very strongly about how midwives approach pregnancy, labor, delivery, and post-natal care, so it seems like a good fit.  If we turn out to be wrong, at least now we know of one doctor at Mt Auburn that we feel comfortable with, so there’s always other options.

The details from the first appt: medical history, physical exam, blood tests, tra la la.  Nothing too exciting, although we now know the big day: 3.31.13.  In keeping with neat and tidy dates (06.09.12), we were pleased to hear we succeeded in achieving a neat and tidy date for our next adventure.

On to how we’re feeling…I seem to have hit that not-so-sweet spot of constant nausea, exhaustion, and overall blahness.  There are days when I feel fine – they usually come after too many days of not feeling fine – but overall it’s a general ehh-ness that I could do without.  On a positive note, the doctor told me that the worst tends to run between weeks eight and ten, so hopefully his thoughts hold true.  We’ll see.  I’ve still managed to keep fairly active…a few short runs, plenty of walks, hopefully enough healthy food.  All told I think I’m hanging in there about as well as can be expected.  I have developed a pretty hearty love for the recliner though…a love for which I feel no shame.  None.

As for the two of us, we’re doing well.  Still overwhelmed by the notion of what’s to come, and all that needs to be done in the meantime, but aside from all those big thoughts…we’re really excited.

The biggest thing on my mind right now is telling everyone we love that we’re having a mini aardvark…I’m nervous about it for some reason but also quite excited.  It’s big news!

In the meantime, off I go.  It’s time for an afternoon stroll and then the weekend.  Three cheers for the weekend!

So we begin…

Written July 31, 2012

How I’m looking at somewhere between four and five weeks:

How WE’RE looking at somewhere between four and five weeks (note that Chris is most definitely pushing out a full, post-dinner belly – that said, we’re hoping to shift roles in the coming months):

How I’m feeling:

Well…overwhelmed…nervous…anxious…SCARED…EXCITED…but mostly overwhelmed in a more often than not really, REALLY positive way.  I can’t help but feel like this is our life shifting right before our eyes.  Already it feels like our decisions are not our own anymore…there’s something greater at play.  I’m really excited at the thought of telling everyone we know and love, though we don’t know just when that will be.  Even so…it’s exciting.  I look forward to the happy tears, whenever it is we share them.

Physically, I feel kind of ehh.  Not terrible, but not great.  I’m highly aware that I do not feel my usual self, but that said I still feel pretty great.  I’m looking forward to my first post-we-found-out jog…a light, easy few miles just to keep the wheels turning.  I’m hoping to maintain that for as long as I can, but I’m also realistic that if my body says no, that means no.  It’s a good thing I love long walks.

So yeah…I’m doing pretty okay.  Physically, a bit ehh; emotionally, steady but overwhelmed, excited and joyful.

How WE’RE feeling:

Like we just got hit by a truck.  A really pretty, happy, smiling truck, but a truck nonetheless.  It’s hard to wrap our heads around.  Christopher is excited.  SO excited.  I’m more nervous.  Combined, we make a pretty even-keeled ship.  We are well aware that we have a lot to do in the coming months…find a home, maybe a car, definitely a job for Chris.  We’re doing our best to remain relaxed and to not rush things…it tends to be our general operating method.  One thing at a time, and we’ll get there.

Some days I believe that, others I feel incredibly crazed about it all.  That’s where Chris is my balance…and for that I am ever so grateful.

I think all said, we both feel truly, TRULY blessed that we are entering this new adventure.  It’s something we’ve talked about many times and hoped for the future…and now the future is upon us, and it promises to be the grandest adventure of all.

Away we go, off to take over the world – a whole new world – once again.

Secret, secret, we’ve got a secret!

Written July 31, 2012

Saturday mornings have become my favorite time of the week. They generally begin with a 7:30 wakeup, followed by a quick cup of coffee and a long run. Saturday, July 28th, was no different. Pleasantly overcast, the day promised a vibrant run where I could lose myself in thought and enjoy the music in my ears, the world passing by.

Well, the day lied. A miserable six miles later I returned home, a side full of cramps and my lungs on fire. Greeted by the handsome husband, I reported the misery that was my Saturday morning tradition, poured myself a cup of coffee and relaxed, grateful to have the run behind me.

We had big plans for the day: a 9 mile bike ride on the rusty clunkers to a BBQ at our friends’ house, both to celebrate the summer and to celebrate our friend’s newly earned American citizenship. It promised to be a pleasantly social Saturday, something that is a rarity for us in our new world in Boston. We were excited!

I’m not sure what provoked it, but I decided to take a test, you know, just to make sure. Well…what came next was not the reassurance I expected.

Babe? Umm…I might be pregnant.

And there we were: me shaking, lost in a million thoughts of what those words could mean; him, smiling from ear to ear, the only word of response, what?!

We pondered for five minutes. I chugged a pint of water. Took another test. Confirmed the first test.

Oh God. Oh God.

Well, you still want to ride bikes to the barbeque?

Heck ya!

So away we went…to the BBQ with the biggest secret of our lives.


Welcome to the Beantown Aardvarks.  We’re two silly folks, a Beantownish sort of regional local and a Colorado transplant, looking to make our way in our new city.  Please join us as we delight in the everyday, share some incredible life changes (a wee little aardvark!), and settle into what most people call a normal existence (that’s new to our wandering souls).

We do our best to enjoy the (1996 Mazda Protege) ride, and we hope you’ll enjoy it with us.

With love,
The Aardvarks (all three of us)