So the big news flying around is that Diana and I are expecting our first child, gender unknown, due around September 30th. We've obviously very excited, but I have the sneaking suspicion that my life is going to get turned on it's head a bit. When Diana and I announced we were engaged, I felt like I'd just pushed a tiny snowball off the top of a long hill, and watched it grow. I feel like that. It's not a bad thing at all, but there's a certain "I'm not in control" feeling.

A number of people from work have asked "Was it planned?", which strikes me as a funny question. I'm not sure if it's rude or not. If it wasn't planned, I'm not sure I'd like to admit that. But I think anyone who knows us knows that we typically don't do anything major without a good bit of planning. And this is about as major as you can get.

I'll always remember when I found out. Diana told me on a Saturday that she was going to take a test the following morning when she woke up. I really didn't think too much of it at the time. The next morning, at around 6am, she said "Can you read this?" It took me a few seconds to get my wits about me. What the hell could Diana not read, and why was I being woken up about it? She handed me the little stick. "Is that a plus?" I checked it out, and there definitely was a plus. Holy crap, a plus! A PLUS! What does this mean?!

My first thought was that I'd go back to sleep and save the implications and celebrations for later (typical Adman, right?), but that was pretty obviously impossible, as my brain started spinning with all sorts of thoughts.

I don't remember the date, but I do remember that I headed over to Iwan's to meet up with him and Little Buhr to watch the AFC and NFC championship games. It was just me and my friends, and it was the hardest thing for me not to tell them. As time passed, it got easier to keep fall into the routine of keeping the secret, but I specifically remember those first days as pretty tough.

We went and saw the doctor, who confirmed that we were pregnant. Diana and I talked about when we'd share the news, and decided to wait until basically the end of the first trimester. I remember thinking that there was no way that I'd be able to keep the secret for that long. But they say that pregnancy problems typically show up in the first trimester, and it would have sucked (and still could suck, I suppose) to make a big announcement and then have to go back on it. I hope that doesn't happen.

A few weeks later, we went to a friends Superbowl party. Either the night before, or that morning, Diana had some... issues which shan't be discussed here, and we were a little bit freaked out that there might be a problem. At the party, everytime she went to the bathroom, I watched her as she returned looking for any sign of anything wrong, but luckily no further problems. (Apparently I wasn't as subtle as I wanted to be. When we did finally announce to our friends, Rhiannon immediately remembered how I'd looked at Diana that day, and said she suspected something was up!).

At some point, we told our parents, who were very happy and excited, and just recently, the big email went out to extended family and friends, coworkers and anyone else who might care. The cat is way out of the bag. (If you are reading this and should have been on the list, please accept my apologies!)

Diana's been doing great. For the first few weeks, she was REALLY tired. Even more tired than her usual. But no sickness, and she now has her energy back. Her belly is definitely started to grow a little, and her pants are getting tighter in the waist. We've had a pair of ultrasounds done, which were simply thrilling. The first one showed a definitely human-shaped being moving and bumping around, which I don't think I expected. The second one was actually done as part of a genetic testing process, where they take some anatomical measurements to test for Down's Syndrome and something else, and I'm happy to say that we passed the test nicely. So everything is looking pretty good so far. I'm pretty excited to see her get big and pregnant.

So that's about where we're at. We're really excited and happy and full of anticipation. I'll admit to being a little "deer in the headlights", too, but not any more than is healthy.

In other news, I changed a toilet last night. Out with the old and it win the new. All by myself. I'm so manly!