I am going to be a grandma. I will turn 41 in August and could be a grandma by that time, or within a month anyway. The baby is due Sept. 5.
Being a grandma made me think of what I want to be called. There is already a Grandma Sherwood in our family, and a Grandma Denton plus Granny. This means I need to have an alternative name. I could follow Sheldon’s lead (from the Big Bang Theory) and be Me-Maw, but I don’t like Me-Maw.
I proclaim I will be called Nana.
And I want to introduce you to my grandchild, who I am currently calling Peanut because the baby looks like a peanut in this ultrasound:
I wasn’t able to go with my daughter, Autumn to the ultrasound because I was working. When I asked later, Autumn wasn’t sure which end was the head and which was the butt. The focus of this ultrasound was to confirm the due date and check the heartbeat. The due date was adjusted from Sept. 17 to Sept. 5, which makes it possible that the baby is born on Nana’s birthday. Hint. Hint. The heartbeat was 171.
The good news is the baby’s father was able to accompany Autumn to the appointment, which made me very happy. I was very worried about the ultrasound. We’ve known about the pregnancy for more than a month but had kept the news quiet “just in case.” My first 3 pregnancies were blighted ovums, and I was hoping Autumn wouldn’t have to deal with that emotional turmoil especially since I couldn’t be at the ultrasound appointment. I was relieved when she texted me to tell me the heartbeat.
I have been window shopping for baby things.













