So the big question that everyone wants to know is if the baby is a boy or a girl. I think I’ve been asked that question 20 times this past week alone. I don’t really understand the whole baby making process from this point forward so I am assuming that this must be around the time most people find out.
The second question I’ve been asked is if we want to find out. I hate surprises. Especially ones I know are coming. If you want to surprise me do it spontaneous. For example, I think I have figured out my Christmas presents from either my wife or parents for the past 20 years. I just have to know. Probably 5 out of the 6 years I’ve been with my now wife the presents didn’t make it until Christmas.
So yes I want to know, bad. We go to the doctor again on December 10th, we are hoping to talk her into taking a peak and telling us real quick before Christmas. If not we have a large ultra sound on the 29th so we may have to wait until after. I’ve been studying the ultra sound photos pretty close to try to tell. So far they are inconclusive, unfortunately I see no signs of a wee-wee or woo-woo.
The final question I’ve been getting after the above are answered is what do I want? Honestly, I don’t care, but here is the breakdown:
Boy
Pros: I understand them, I enjoy their form of curiosity over the female versions, cost a lot less in clothing.
Cons: I understand them, they do stupid stuff a lot, they do even more stupid stuff than their parents know about (trust me), they cost far more in hospital bills.
Girl
Pros: What dad could resist a daddy’s girl?, they are cute all around, far less likely to cause injury to themselves.
Cons: I don’t think I can resist a daddy’s girl (spoiled), most eventually hang out with boys (see above about stupid things), we live way to close to all the malls and shopping in LR.
Today was a day that we have had circled on our calendar for a long time. In the last pregnancy it was our 2nd appointment where we found out about the miscarriage. It was the beginning of a very dark time in our life. Thankfully we had lots of great friends around us who went above and beyond to pick us up and encourage us to move on.
So today was that dreaded second appointment. We took all the precautions to play it safe, we made our first appointment later in the pregnancy and we have been more watchful for some of the warning signs. Still nothing guaranteed that everything would be alright this time around.
But here it is. I’d like to introduce you to my kid-to-be:
Everything is great and this time it is really happening. There really is a healthy kid growing. At first I was relieved. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of me. Then all of a sudden that weight fell back on. I realized I am actually going to be a dad. There is actually going to be a kid I am responsible for. I’ve got to change dirty diapers.
So here is to the start of a whole new adventure. I have no idea what to expect out of the second and third trimesters, and certainly no clue when it actually gets here. I am sure it is going to be interesting.
About 15 months ago, last Christmas, Brandie and I shared with the world the most wonderful news. We were going to have a kid. What followed became the wildest roller coaster ride I’ve been on in a while. I started this blog as a way to take a different look at the process of bringing a kid into this world than the typical mommy blogger.
I had no clue what would happen. It ended up not ending as we hoped and the roller coaster went downhill quickly. But in that time we realized some really amazing people. You all cared for us in a way that was never expected and caught both of us off guard.
It all hurt a lot, but you all were there to help us pick ourselves up and dust ourselves off. Today we visited the doctor again, and I am happy to say looks like this time it is a go. Brandie is pregnant once again.
We have been overly cautious this time. We have cleared the time where things went wrong last time around and we are finally ready to share with you all who were so kind last time. I realize things can still go wrong, but we made a decision to tell family and you all have become a strange dysfunctional extended family.
So here is to one more round, and God help any kid that has me as a dad. I am sure it will be interesting.
I have been entertained lately with an email update that Brandie gets weekly about the baby. It always compares the size of the baby to food.
Initially the baby was referred to as a peanut, that was sort of funny and we had a good time with it. It has now taken on various different foods such as limes, grapes, cherries, and things like that.
Currently it is either a shrimp or a lemon, not sure what is up with that. It gets into even more strange things looking ahead such as a leek, an apricot, an eggplant, and other things that I try to avoid from my diet.
Sometimes it makes me wonder if there is a group of people out there secretly wanting to eat my baby. Heads up, my baby is not food and I will kick your butt for trying to eat it.
Dear fetus,
Sorry for constantly referring to you as “It”. I swear you will have a name eventually, the problem is that we have absolutely no clue what you are at this point. Frankly it is driving me a little nuts to call you It all the time, hell even “he” or “she” would be better than It, which makes you seem not quite real.
For a while we could refer to you as “the peanut” and that worked great until I was informed that you were no longer the size of a peanut. Currently you are a shrimp or lemon (I can’t keep up), and I certainly don’t want to call you either of those.
We hoped to have another meeting visit with the Dr this week but it was rescheduled. So any chance of you turning the right way for us to see your manhood or womanhood before the Chicago trip is out of the question. Not to mention we would really like to get the ball rolling on registering for baby stuff so some of the people who want to give you a baby shower can start that process.
So looks like you are It for at least one more week, sorry whatever you are.
Maybe it is just me, but I always thought a woman’s stomach was suppose to grow a lot a tiny little bit during pregnancy. I think this is a great secret that only guys know. That is the only way I can explain my wife freaking out about every inch she gains to her belly.
The natural instincts some women have (some seem to care less) about tacking on a pound or two absolutely do not leave them when the baby starts growing.
There seem to be breakdown moments like the one we had this afternoon when I suggested she measure to update her baby book and her waist surpassed mine.
Note to guys though, regardless of our magical knowledge about a woman’s belly growing when they are pregnant, 12-14 (however far along she is) weeks is not the time to pass this along. While yes the maternity pants are a battle you want to fight, and the two should have some correlation, this is better left for another day. Back to the standard response of “honey, you don’t look any bigger, I honestly can’t tell a difference”
