Nudging at Nineteen Weeks

>> Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Tonight we went to dinner with the DeViteris -- just to our fave pizza place, but we had (amazing) Sicilian slices, fries, mozzarella sticks -- we went to town. When we got home, I was sitting on the couch, doing work on the computer (really just messing around on BabyCenter.com), and started to feel hungry again. Big surprise, I know (even though it still continues to surprise Bill, which I'll never understand).

Anyway, so I was feeling a little hungry, a little full, and I had to pee. Then all of a sudden, I felt my stomach roll a bit -- like when your stomach is, well, getting going to get going -- until I realized that wasn't what it was! It was a definite nudge, on the right side of my lower stomach! Then another, and then another just a little bit lower than the first two!

I told Bill and he ran over and pushed his hand on my belly, but of course it had stopped by that point.

It's just so incredible to think about that little foot, or little fist, push- push- pushing on my insides. I can't wait to feel it again. Kick, little baby, kick!

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Steph and Bill

We officially met at Rowan University, in Bozorth Hall, in publication layout class in January 2003: Bill was a student, I was the professor’s helper. He kept pretending he didn’t know how to make bulleted lists, but I knew he just wanted me to keep running over to his computer.


We basically moved in together and started dating at the same time, and spent a couple of years hanging out and dreaming about the future and driving up and down the NJ Turnpike from our parents houses to “our” apartment in Glassboro, until we both moved back home after graduation from grad school. Where the pressure to get married already really started.


On June 17, 2005, I suggested we go into the city to see the Empire State Building, because it was something neither of us had ever done. On the walk from the train, I put on my left hand a ring he had given me for Christmas — I said I didn’t need a ring to know we were going to get married, and anytime he got around to it was fine. Whatever. Typical Steph-fighting-words.


When we got to the Empire State Building, I tried to go inside, but he kept me outside, saying how big the building was. I said, yeah, that’s great, let’s go inside, and started to walk toward the door. He grabbed my arm and spun me around to kiss and hug me, and said, Take that ring off that hand. If you’re going to have a ring on that hand, it has to be the right one. And he put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a box and got down on his knee on the New York concrete and proposed. People coming out of the building stopped to watch. I cried.


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Miss Maeberry

Miss Maeberry came into our lives on March 24, 2007. She was born Jan. 11 of that year in the Poconos, and we rescued her as soon as we could. (Not really, but, well, we were glad to bring her home from the breeders’.) She was a tiny, scared, little bundle of fur … and then she grew up. Aside from the plethora of health issues she has, she’s a bit crazy. But we love her anyway.


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Xavier Shea

The love of all of our lives, and the main subject of this blog. Xavier came into our lives on Aug. 1, 2009, and quickly shot up both on the growth charts and in our hearts.


Let’s not waste anymore time here and just get to it, shall we?

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