Are we there yet?
I have noticed a drop in the frequency of posts lately. I can attribute this to two things. First, Tracy can stay up later now which has limited my free time in the evenings. More quality time with the wife means less time to wander my halls looking for ways to entertain myself, like tackling a 1000 piece photo-mosaic puzzle of Homer Simpson’s head. That is 32 hours of my life I will never get back.
Second, and probably more importantly, nothing much happens during the middle of a pregnancy. Everyday life becomes routine again. The shock and awe of the initial “we’re pregnant!” discovery has since subsided. The numbness in my head has waned as feeling slowly returns. The overwhelming suspicion that we are not prepared to care for a child has also eased to a certain extent. Meanwhile, the actual due date (September 25th) still seems far enough in the distance that there is no immediate rush to make hospital arrangements, sign up for Lamas class, paint the room, buy diapers, practice reading Fox on Sox, and so on. So you play the waiting game, as these middle weeks lumber forward with all the pace of a Lars von Trier movie.
Instinctively, most of your daily thoughts are consumed by baby planning. If you and your wife are not discussing baby issues, friends and relatives are asking questions or making comments. Although I have noticed that, while friends who already have kids show great interest in our daily goings-on; friends without kids have stopped talking to me almost altogether. A typical kidless friend conversation now goes like this :
Kidless friend – “Hey. How’s it going? How is Tracy feeling?”
Me – “Fine.”
Kidless friend – (after a brief pause while he/she thinks of some other baby question to ask but can’t think of one) “Great! Tell her I said hi.”
On an unrelated note, we did receive our first two pieces of baby furniture. A car seat, if you can call that furniture, from one couple (thank you Paula and Jamie!) and a changing table from my cousin, which looks curiously just like a regular dresser. I was told it is called a “changing table’ because it is flat and you can change the baby on it. As if a standard dresser is pointy on top like Snoopy’s doghouse. The good part about being one of the last people we know to have kids is that everybody already has everything and they seem willing to give it all away. If we could have only convinced one of them to give up one of their kids to us, it would have made things a heck of lot easier. But no such luck.
This week we have two doctor visits. One with our regular OBG Wan-Kenobi doctor and the second is a follow up with Needlebelly. Apparently we are having another Ultrasound and we have been encouraged to invite others along. It’ll be interesting viewing my child up on the monitor to a standing room only audience crammed in the doctor’s office. And so week 21 rolls on.
Second, and probably more importantly, nothing much happens during the middle of a pregnancy. Everyday life becomes routine again. The shock and awe of the initial “we’re pregnant!” discovery has since subsided. The numbness in my head has waned as feeling slowly returns. The overwhelming suspicion that we are not prepared to care for a child has also eased to a certain extent. Meanwhile, the actual due date (September 25th) still seems far enough in the distance that there is no immediate rush to make hospital arrangements, sign up for Lamas class, paint the room, buy diapers, practice reading Fox on Sox, and so on. So you play the waiting game, as these middle weeks lumber forward with all the pace of a Lars von Trier movie.
Instinctively, most of your daily thoughts are consumed by baby planning. If you and your wife are not discussing baby issues, friends and relatives are asking questions or making comments. Although I have noticed that, while friends who already have kids show great interest in our daily goings-on; friends without kids have stopped talking to me almost altogether. A typical kidless friend conversation now goes like this :
Kidless friend – “Hey. How’s it going? How is Tracy feeling?”
Me – “Fine.”
Kidless friend – (after a brief pause while he/she thinks of some other baby question to ask but can’t think of one) “Great! Tell her I said hi.”
On an unrelated note, we did receive our first two pieces of baby furniture. A car seat, if you can call that furniture, from one couple (thank you Paula and Jamie!) and a changing table from my cousin, which looks curiously just like a regular dresser. I was told it is called a “changing table’ because it is flat and you can change the baby on it. As if a standard dresser is pointy on top like Snoopy’s doghouse. The good part about being one of the last people we know to have kids is that everybody already has everything and they seem willing to give it all away. If we could have only convinced one of them to give up one of their kids to us, it would have made things a heck of lot easier. But no such luck.
This week we have two doctor visits. One with our regular OBG Wan-Kenobi doctor and the second is a follow up with Needlebelly. Apparently we are having another Ultrasound and we have been encouraged to invite others along. It’ll be interesting viewing my child up on the monitor to a standing room only audience crammed in the doctor’s office. And so week 21 rolls on.
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