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How I Cried My Way Through The First Trimester

kleenexAfter weeks of perpetual nausea, fiery heartburn, cancelled appointments and unbelievable exhaustion, I find myself finally able to make my fingers write again without collapsing on the sofa with my OKC Thunder blanket over my face. Man, growing a human inside your body is loads of work.

Yes, you read right. There’s a baby Kooi on the way! The internet says Baby Kooi is the size of a peach, and it’s doing great at 13 weeks. We’ve known since late January, though Will guessed it about two weeks earlier when I started doing things like eating 3 bowls of homemade chicken noodle soup followed by 3 giant pieces of birthday cake just to feel full or accidentally making his birthday blueberry muffins with a dash of cat food. When he suggested I might be pregnant I didn’t believe him. But when my suddenly racing heartbeat woke me up in the middle of the night and nausea set in and stayed day after day, we figured I was either indeed pregnant, or extremely ill. Thankfully it was a tiny 6 week old baby making all the racket instead of the other option, and we’ve been on Baby Cloud 9 ever since. Mostly.

My first trimester was a total of 40% fun, the fun part being finding out about the baby, telling family members and watching their reactions, pretending a bump was forming when it was really just extra air blowing me up like a hot air balloon, and waking up each morning knowing there are now 4 of us in bed (me, Will, tiny baby, cat). The other 60% was the very not fun stuff I said at the beginning like nausea, heartburn and exhaustion, plus an extra heavy dosage of weepy emotion. I mean whoa-levels of weepy. Some days I didn’t cry at all while others I cried up to 4 or 5 times, usually over seemingly nothing. Here’s what I can remember shedding tears over:

1. Will made an amazing looking turkey sandwich and I wanted to eat it but couldn’t.

2. I didn’t know why I was crying.

3. I was totally over feeling nauseous.

4. The 10th Doctor misses his planet so much and it kills me!

5. I watched a heartwarming Doctor Who interview of this adorable little boy actor who loved his Doctor Who acting experience.

6. I was too tired to put on makeup while standing so I sat on the bathroom floor instead.

7. Our baby was the size of a blueberry at Week 7 and I was overwhelmed by its cuteness.

8. I watched one of my favorite movies and thought of my future baby watching it with me. Had to hug a pillow to get through that one.

9. The 10th Doctor’s “I don’t want to go!” line. The only thing worse I could’ve watched during this time is the “Abyssinia, Henry” episode of M*A*S*H.

10. There’s A LOT to read about babies. And strollers. And diapers. And other stuff.

So if you’re in your first trimester, don’t watch your husband eat food, do realize you’re weak and there’s nothing wrong with that and stay away from movies and shows to which you’re emotionally attached. And if you’re a Doctor Who fan, I’d recommend not watching anything Doctor Who related, specifically in the David Tennant era, until you get past this emotionally fragile stage.

One more thing that’s still making me cry is the pregnancy announcement Will and I put together. We disguised it in one of our Vienna update vlogs but were purposeful in telling our friends and family to watch it to the end. If you’re interested in seeing our announcement you can watch it below. Skip to 2:30 if you want to bypass our German-speaking updates.


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5 Ways My Life Has Changed Since Doctor Who

*If you plan to watch Doctor Who at any point in time or space, don’t read this post. Spoilers…*

About 3 weeks ago, I asked my husband why our best friends dressed their baby up in a shirt that said “TARDIS” on the front of it for Halloween. Now, 6 seasons and a few episodes into the 7th season later, my husband and I know all about the TARDIS. And like Miley Cyrus’ aggravating earworm of a song – we can’t stop, and we won’t stop. We love Doctor Who.

Since meeting The Doctor, I’ve noticed some differences in myself that are peculiar (more so than normal), embarrassing, and a little bit obsessive. Here are the 5 ways my life has changed since I was introduced to Doctor Who:

1. Time Warped Dreams


TARDIS, photo credit: comicbookresources.com

I’ve always had bizarre dreams without the help of The Doctor’s time-wimey spacey-wacey way of life, but Doctor Who has successfully tripled the all-out weirdness of my time in sleepy town. Just recently I was woken up very early by our cat, and I promise you, my very first thought as our cat headbutted my forehead was “… Doctor?” Technically, this being my first thought makes no sense. A person transforming themselves into a cat is a very Harry Potter thing to do, not Doctor Who, though to be fair, there are “cat people” on various planets in Doctor Who’s universe. All that to say, The Doctor has gotten to me. I’ve had dreams with different colored glowing timelines, sumo wrestlers wrestling aliens wearing sumo wrestling fat suits (myself included), one where David Tennant tried to talk to me but everything he said went into a parallel universe so I never heard what he said, and lastly, a dream full of Weeping Angels (because “Blink” was terrifying!). I’d like to save the world at least once while I sleep but I guess I have to become a worthy companion of The Doctor first, which brings us to number 2…

2. Self Comparison and Examination: Am I TARDIS Worthy?

You’re lying if you’ve said you’ve never once wondered if you’d make it in the TARDIS (especially if you’re female and have a crush on the 10th doctor). I’ve given this a significant amount of thought and have depressingly concluded that I would make a terrible companion to take along in the TARDIS. It wouldn’t be the aliens or a weird time fluke that would do me in – it would be the TARDIS itself. With the way it spins and twirls, I’d never make it a single trip without throwing up some place. I suppose I could constantly pop a Dramamine, but then I’d just sleep everywhere. There’s also the option of the motion sickness preventing patch, but it’s temperature sensitive which would worry me constantly. The reality is The Doctor and I would show up to fight a group of Daleks and before the war started the Daleks would be like, “Ex-ter-min- wait, wait. Mrs. Space Sick over there just threw up on Dalek Sec. Ex-plain! ” And then The Doctor would be like, “Sorry, she’s with me… ” Then they’d all have a good laugh at The Doctor and he’d trade me in for Amy Pond after the war was over. Pond…

3. Make Believe TARDIS Sightings

Continuing on with thoughts on the TARDIS, I am convinced that I hear it everywhere I go. When I hear a truck drive by or a train start up, for a brief moment I think the TARDIS is on its way to Earth. That something is wrong in Vienna and The Doctor has to fix it. I told my husband about the amount of times I think that I hear the TARDIS, thinking he’d respond with, “Oh I knooooow! Me too!” But he didn’t and just looked at me weird. So I guess it’s just me and all the other diehard fans out there who haven’t revealed this about themselves yet. You know who you are. I know you’ve heard the TARDIS.

4. British English Envy

My husband and I both teach English to people here in Vienna during the week and I can’t tell you how many times we’ve said, “No, that’s British English” to the people we’re teaching. British English is usually taught in the schools and universities in Vienna, which is of course not a problem, but most of the people we teach want to learn American English and drop British English. This often results in us lightheartedly poking fun at British English while we scan through the sheets of phrases a student of ours has brought to us from their university. The English is just different enough that when we read these phrases together, we’ll laugh and say, “No, no we’d never say that. Or that. No, we wouldn’t say that either. They say that?” But now that we’ve watched so much Doctor Who, we just want to be English! I want to say things like “blimey” and “daft”, and “properly scared”. Have you ever said you were “properly” anything? Me neither, but I’m going to start. I’m properly happy. Properly envious. Properly crazy.

5. Sudden Interest in Shakespeare


David Tennant, photo credit: tennantnews.blogspot.co.at.

So… Gosh, this part is embarrassing. So, I don’t know anything about Shakespeare. That is to say, I don’t necessarily care about Shakespeare. It bored me in high school English and those ancient films my teachers made us watch were painfully awful. But uh… Well, then there’s David Tennant. It turns out that David Tennant is performing Shakespeare’s Richard II live tonight, and his performance will be broadcasted out to various theaters, including one in Vienna. And so I just thought, you know, David is really talented and he needs all the support he can get since it’s a live broadcasted performance and that’s pretty intense. So… Yeah. I just thought maybe I should go ahead and support him and give Shakespeare another chance. I’ve always been intrigued by actors who are “trained Shakespearean actors”, and finding out what that means exactly now is as good a time as any, yes? So if you need me, I’ll be in the 4th row at the movie theater watching David Tennant get his Shakespeare on. Honestly, I was super surprised my husband willingly bought us tickets to this event since I’m clearly only interested in the uh, talented acting skills of Mr. Tennant and not so much in whatever Shakespeare wrote. But when I asked Will why he decided to buy the tickets, he responded with, “Hey, if something gets you the least bit interested in Shakespeare, I can’t pass that up.” So there you have it. David, I mean Shakespeare, allons-y!

Now I know all of you are going to the movies on November 23rd to see “Day of the Doctor”, as you should. However, Will and I are leaving that day to go to a retreat in Germany, so if any of you says anything to me about what happens in this episode, I will send you a picture of a Weeping Angel for an entire year.

*Watch the video below for pre-Shakespeare excitement and a Scottish accent.