Big (Star Wars) Baby

Before even becoming pregnant I was thinking about how I would one day tell Dique that happy news; I'm dorky like that. Last Summer on Etsy I discovered this onesie and knew we had to have it since Dique is a huge Star Wars guy.

Not a "dress up like Jabba and attend Comic Con every year" kinda guy (thank goodness) but we have his weathered 1981 movie poster of The Empire Strikes Back proudly hanging in our hallway, we watch The Trilogy annually (last night we watched Return of The Jedi so we're done for 2012) and we were announced as husband and wife at our wedding reception to the tune of The Imperial March.

You know. He's into it.

So, I ordered a onesie for the hope chest and when I got a positive pregnancy test on October 29th, I gave him the onesie to help make the announcement. It was around 6am on a Saturday morning, Dique knew I was going to take a test since, well, Des was very much planned and eagerly anticipated. I came back from the bathroom shaking and asked Dique to "hold this for a minute" as I turned on the light in our room. He thought I had given him my socks and was confused, until the onesie fell open in his hand and he registered the shape and thus the article of clothing. Then he read the words. I watched his sleepy expression go from curious to elated.

"REALLY!?!?!"

Big smile. The hugest smile.

Really. That was the best and happiest day of our marriage until July 9th of this year.

We were too excited to stay home so we went for an early morning walk, got eggs and pancakes at a greasy spoon in Cole Valley then spent the morning at The Academy of Sciences, picking up stuffed toy monkey for our minuscule little one. We talked about telling our family, our friends. We wondered if he was really a he as we both thought. July seemed so far away.

Des has worn the onesie a few times in his three months with us and alas today I must put it away and save for his future sibling. It's too small now for his growing frame. Too short for his long torso and his super tummy stretches out the words in a very un-Star Warsian way. We snuck in a photo shoot last weekend, after coming across a Yoda hat at a baby fair in town. He even wore the ensemble to a family birthday party. He wasn't sure about the hat, but we were. Pretty adorkable stuff.

We love watching him grow, seeing him smile, hearing his early laughs, even seeing some teeth buds forming is exciting - and that's coming from a nursing mom. It's just happening so fast. Soon he'll be watching The Trilogy with us and won't let his mother dress him in Yoda hats. Like everything else, I'm trying to soak it all up as much as possible and enjoy my big baby while I can.