Faloo it is…

So your mother was right (that’s probably a line I’ll be using for many years to come)…you’re a boy (Please call me immediately if this revelation is a surprise to you)!  I think I mentioned earlier that I thought you’d be a girl and she thought you’d be a boy.  If I didn’t, well there it is. 

The appointment was this past Tuesday at the hospital.  Honestly, these ultrasound moments are so great – pure joy on our faces as we get to look at you.  You might not appreciate this until you’re in our shoes but it really is amazing to see the very existence of your child appear right before your eyes!

Anyway, you’re at about 11 ounces now.  In fact you’re big enough that they no longer measure you from head to rump but instead use a number of measurements to come up with a weight.  We actually saw some arms, hands, and legs pretty clearly this time as the tech focused in on different parts of you.  They even tried to do a 3D ultrasound for us but we couldn’t get a good view of your face.  Being the son of a punk like me, I bet you thought you were being funny.  We’ll have to work on your sense of humor ūüėČ

Before the ultrasound started we asked that the tech not tell us what sex you are.  Your mom had a pretty good idea actually – have them place the answer in an envelope and, later that night, we would open it while on a Google Hangout* with the rest of our family (your grandparents and aunts/uncles).  

Anyway that night we held the Hangout – your Kaka and I thought you’d be a girl; your mom, her dad, and my mom thought you’d be a boy.  Just FYI, my dad and your mom’s mom did not guess – they just said they wanted a healthy baby (I think that’s a cop out – obviously we all want you to be healthy!).  Anyway, the whole thing was a bit of a crazy affair.  Your grandparents (mom’s side) somehow shut the sound off on their computer so they couldn’t hear us. We ended up keeping them on the phone also but, by doing that, our voices caused an echo every time we spoke.  To any other children of mine reading this,  I can promise you that next time we’ll do something a bit simpler.

Of course we have more ultrasound pics but I won’t be posting these here.

Alright people, I’m going to wrap this up.  We have been sitting on a flight for the past hour after a crazy day of weather and delays trying to get to Atlanta.  Unfortunately your mom isn’t even sitting next to me (I guess that means she and Faloo are not next to me). Flight should be taking off soon – I just hope it goes smoothly/safely.  My next post will likely be related to (or from) Barbados!

*I have no idea when you’ll read this so let me explain what a Hangout is.  In our day, people could video chat in a group on an app called Hangouts.  No these are not holograms and the quality isn’t HD (or 4K or whatever you get) but it’s pretty reasonable.  Admittedly we had some trouble getting your grandparents to use it properly…it was kind of funny actually.


Finalizing Your Second First Name

I just wanted to let you know that this weekend, Valentine’s Day wknd and the anniversary of my first date with your mother, we finalized our names for you.¬† Why names (plural)?¬† Because we don’t yet know if you’re a boy or a girl so we had to pick both.¬† Assuming nothing changes, the one that doesn’t go to you may very well go to your sibling (if he/she is of the opposite sex).

We spent tonight (V-day night) hanging out with your Masi and Masa (henceforth known as N and P) and a couple of their friends who have recently moved into town. ¬†Well, they’re our friends too but we know them through N. Anyway, if you didn’t know, N and I actually like the same name for our sons – Arjun. ¬†Both of us have similar reasons for this.

Growing up, my brother and I were really into some of the stories of Hinduism – namely the Ramayan and the Mahabharat. ¬†The latter is a story of 5 brothers (the Pandavas) and their exploits in battling their cousins for a kingdom. ¬†I’m totally paraphrasing here as there is a lot of religion and philosophy dictated throughout the story but, as kids, we were initially attracted to the plot and the high level principles that we could comprehend. ¬†Arjun is the middle of these 5 brothers and the one who is a skilled archer and warrior. ¬†In other words, he’s pretty badass (don’t use that word until you’re in college). ¬†I was instantly drawn to the character for his abilities with the bow, his general storyline, and his relationship with Krishna.

Lord Krishna, as I hope you know, is one of our Gods – an incarnate of Lord Vishnu. ¬†In the Mahabharat, he is an uncle of the Pandavas and advisor to Arjun during this war. ¬†It is on the first day of the war, immediately before fighting begins, when Krishna dictated the Bhagvad Gita to Arjun. ¬† This is a moment when Krishna reveals his divinity to Arjun; these words have been documented in a book that people colloquially refer to as the “Hindu Bible”.

While Krishna is the God in the story, I always loved Arjun’s character. ¬†Naming you Arjun (if you are a boy) would be meaningful to me in 3 ways – it would be a reference to our religion, it would be a reference to my childhood, and I love the name. ¬†Unfortunately, your mom prefers to name you something else. ¬†While she likes the name “Arjun”, she prefers something different. ¬†She did, however, agree to keep this as your middle name. ¬†Honestly, this was a pretty great gesture on her part.

Meanwhile, some time ago I thought of the sounds I really like in names – ones that I think make a name sound nice. ¬†Putting some of these sounds together, I mentioned a name…and your mom liked it! ¬†Today, she mentioned it to P and N – they liked it as well. ¬†In fact, P said that the name “spoke to her”. ¬†You’ll have to ask her what that means exactly but it’s clearly a good sign ūüôā ¬†I obviously really like the name as well and, so, we agreed that this would be your name!

You’re probably wondering why this post is all about what your name would be if you are a boy, not if you are a girl. ¬†Well the truth is that your mom has had a name in mind for a girl for years. ¬†She told me about it a long time back and I loved it too. ¬†As a result, there was never any debate and, if¬†you’re a girl, it’s likely that this name will be yours.

Now, as a disclaimer, we are still months away from your birth and anything can change.  Still, I wanted to remember (and tell you about) the time we finalized (I think) what your name will be.

Your First First Name

To this point I¬†haven’t been¬†sure what to call you, my first child in-the-making. ¬†Labels like that are, quite frankly, too long to repeat until you’re actually born. ¬†Instead your Masa (mother’s sister’s husband) gave me a good idea for your name, based off of another idea that I had. ¬†I’ll have to adjust it slightly, since I don’t want to use¬†our actual names, for now at least. ¬†Instead, I’m going to use my screen name (MrAloo) to adjust the name for this site. ¬†Let me warn you, this name is not endearing. ¬†It’s actually pretty terrible and very funny – at least to me. ¬†So, are you ready to hear your first name, the one before your actual name? ¬†You sure? ¬†…Positive? ¬†Well, it’s Faloo.

Why Faloo? ¬†Because¬†it’s Fetus + Aloo; what you are + 1/2 of what made you (i.e. me! ). ¬†How could I name you something so ridiculous? ¬†Because it’s funny and it annoys your mother (and right now, probably you as well). ¬†To be fair, I offered her Fetus + Her Name but she refused…so you’re stuck with my name. ¬†And since no one can stop me from saying this on my blog, it’s going to stick. So…

Hello Faloo ūüôā

Faloo’s First Foto (I couldn’t resist)

Things have changed so much between when I was your age (and by “your age” I mean 47 days in the oven) and now. ¬†My first photo is one from the hospital after I was born; the same can be said for your mom and all of your aunts and uncles. ¬†YOUR first photo was taken today, 47 days into your development. ¬†You just might be the cutest splotch of white I’ve ever seen on paper…I can see your mother’s resemblance in you.Faalap_6w5d

To my unborn child.

Today I learned that you exist! ¬†Ok, that’s not entirely true…I guess my first written words to you are a lie. ¬†See, today is actually February 18, 2015. ¬†While I’ve had the thought of writing to you for a while, it wasn’t until today that I finally had (and made) the time to do so.

While it’s been some time since the Thursday night I learned of your existence, I want to capture it here. ¬†It was a late night at work and I got a call from your mother. ¬†She sounded different than usual – like something was going on and she had an ulterior motive to her typical question of when I’d be home. ¬†Once I mentioned that it would be a late night, she asked me to call her back…in private.

Obviously at this point I ran out of the team room I work in and into an office. There she told me about how the pregnancy test came back positive…she thought. ¬†Honestly, all I can remember is the huge grin that appeared on my face and refused to leave. ¬†We’d been hoping that you would come around soon and the thought that you might actually have made your presence known to us was thrilling. ¬†There are a few moments of pure joy you will feel in your life ¬†– the kind of joy reserved for milestones in your life; when you know things will never be the same again. ¬†This is the joy I felt about you that night, knowing that our worlds – your mother’s and mine – would never be the same again.

So much for getting any work done that night.

You’re probably asking yourself why I’m creating this blog. ¬†Well, I enjoy writing but I haven’t had something to write about or someone to write to…at least not until you came along. ¬†I realized, sometime after that Thursday night I learned about you, that this is no longer true. ¬†I want to write to you – let you into my head a bit. ¬†You’ll probably (hopefully) know me in many ways – through the voice in which I teach, the voice in which I joke, the voice in which I yell (let’s be honest, I’m human) – but you won’t hear the voice in which I think, at least not until you have the opportunity to read this blog.

This blog isn’t just dedicated to you. ¬†It’s for your future brother(s) and sister(s), assuming you have them. ¬†While you have the honor of being the first, I know I’ll be just as excited to see them come along…not to mention better prepared!

I’m playing catch-up so I apologize for the false dating of some of these posts but hopefully I will be on point soon. ¬†In the meantime I hope you enjoy what I write – my thoughts about you, about life, about the future…really about anything. ¬†It’s why I call this blog Untamed Thoughts.