Begin At The Beginning

Hello.  That’s me in the hospital, about to give birth.  All 188 pounds of me.  Yes.  A sixty pound weight gain.  I may have hit the burritos and nachos more than is generally advisable.

But whatever.  Anything to avoid the puking and the puking.  Did I mention the puking?

I’m fresh off the boat from Being Pregnant.  You can still find me there too, writing about, well, writing about being pregnant and such.  Just not first-hand because I’m not pregnant anymore.


I had a baby last Wednesday.

His name is Henry.  My grandpa’s middle name was Henry.  Also, I spent a large part of my pregnancy reading about Katie Allison Granju’s Henry. We conceived our Henry right about the time Katie lost hers. Katie also writes for Babble and is the reason I landed this here writing gig.

It came down to Charlie, Oliver and Henry, but all in all, Henry just feels like the right name for our little guy. His middle name is after his Uncle David. My husband, Serge, spent some twelve years or so in a band with Dave. Here they are in action. Sexy band guys. Yes. If you’re interested in reading about how I met my husband and then secretly married him after only a few weeks of dating you can check it out here.

But that was then and this is now.

Now I’m going to write about Henry’s first year.  Anyone who followed my pregnancy is heaving a collective sigh of relief because hopefully that means no more stories about peeing myself, unsavory vagina talk and the like.  But hey!  Take heart!  I’ve still got SO much boob talk up my sleeve that it’ll make up for the  lack of vagina stories.

Regardless, I hope you’ll join me on this journey of the first year of his life because I need your help!  I don’t know nothin’ ’bout raisin’ no boys.  Henry has an older sister, Violet.  She’s two and she’s been a fantastic child. We also think she has above average intelligence and we want you to come over and watch a video of her birth and then her dad and I will talk about her.

Just kidding.

She’s a cool kid, though. She eased her father, Serge, and I into parenthood so now I figure we’re about due for some chaos.

Join us, won’t you?

Right now my boobs are the size of basketballs, I’m a bit paranoid about pooping after pregnancy and I’ve rubbed more cream on balls in the past few days than during my entire three year stint at college… But today I figured we’d begin at the beginning.  No not that beginning.  Not the conception beginning, although there just may be video of that somewhere.  Today let’s just begin at the beginning of Henry’s life:

Henry David Bielanko

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