Today is September 15; that means my baby is due in exactly 7 months. Granted, I'm not looking at April 15 as my "have baby or bust" date...due dates are merely a doctor/parent attempt to gain some control over a pretty uncontrollable situation. Still, it's a good ballpark to have.
I think April is a nice time to have a baby. It feels mammalian...having my baby in the spring so it has the whole summer and fall to grow and survive it's first winter. Like a squirrel.
Plus an April baby means a first Halloween at 6 months (think of the adorable costumes!) and a first Christmas at 9 months (Christmas outfits and all sorts of crawling around under the tree!).
It's probably very un-parentlike of me, but I'm really looking forward to when my baby does more than sleep, eat, cry and poop. You know, around the 3 month mark when he can smile and bounce around a little and not look like a wrinkly potato you scrubbed too hard in hot water.
I like babies as a rule. But everything I've seen of newborns, they appear pretty nonreactive. And teeny. I'm looking forward to a baby with a little more oomph to him.
I can't tell if I'm showing or if I'm just fat. Or bloated or some other symptom of pregnancy women don't mention as they float, Virgin Mary-like, through their term. I have a belly and my pants don't fit. But with a baby only an inch long, how much of that is him? Not much. I guess I'm just fat.
Someday the first trimester will be over and I will be able to eat the food I want without throwing it up and spend half an hour listening to my music on a treadmill without fainting dead away. Maybe then I'll feel less beefy and more babyish.
Showing posts with label due date. Show all posts
Showing posts with label due date. Show all posts
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Absence Makes the Heart Grow Something
Oh, America. Have you missed me?
The past month has been one of the most eventful of my life. I'm pregnant with my first child.
According to my math (we haven't had an ultrasound to confirm yet) I'm 9 weeks along and due on or around April 15, 2012. My nausea has been terrible, my fatigue a real chore. And I'm fat.
I know it's a miracle...hell, I've spent dozens of posts chronicling our attempts to conceive. Still, the physical symptoms are intense and it's hard to be super-excited.
My Husband IS super-excited, as is his family. His sister India is also pregnant (she's due March 30) and took our news much better than I expected. I was worried she'd feel like we're "stealing her thunder" or something, especially if we have a boy and she has another girl. They're desperate for a boy since they're convinced no girl could be any better than their first daughter, now about two years old.
If we have a boy and they have a girl, I think there will be some drama. If they have a boy and we have a boy, I think there will be some lesser drama since our boy will be the first one to carry the Delaney surname. Basically when it comes to My Husband's family I anticipate drama in some shape or form.
My family is excited, though a bit more dignified about it. My sisters are both very happy for me, and my parents are too...although they're less interested in the day-to-day business than my in-laws are.
So I'm reading my books and doing my research. I have a belly and no one can tell me I don't. My pants don't button. And my belly is HARD...no one ever mentioned that to me. It's like I have a piece of concrete under my belly button.
In other news, I have tentatively entered into the world of writing once again. I'm entering a story in a Mills & Boon "New Voices" contest. Mills & Boon is a British publishing company with ties to Harlequin in the United States; yes, my piece is a romance novel. Please read it, comment on it and vote for it at:
http://www.romanceisnotdead.com/
And to the half a dozen or so readers who continued to check back here all last month to see if I'd posted anything new...I thank you.
The past month has been one of the most eventful of my life. I'm pregnant with my first child.
According to my math (we haven't had an ultrasound to confirm yet) I'm 9 weeks along and due on or around April 15, 2012. My nausea has been terrible, my fatigue a real chore. And I'm fat.
I know it's a miracle...hell, I've spent dozens of posts chronicling our attempts to conceive. Still, the physical symptoms are intense and it's hard to be super-excited.
My Husband IS super-excited, as is his family. His sister India is also pregnant (she's due March 30) and took our news much better than I expected. I was worried she'd feel like we're "stealing her thunder" or something, especially if we have a boy and she has another girl. They're desperate for a boy since they're convinced no girl could be any better than their first daughter, now about two years old.
If we have a boy and they have a girl, I think there will be some drama. If they have a boy and we have a boy, I think there will be some lesser drama since our boy will be the first one to carry the Delaney surname. Basically when it comes to My Husband's family I anticipate drama in some shape or form.
My family is excited, though a bit more dignified about it. My sisters are both very happy for me, and my parents are too...although they're less interested in the day-to-day business than my in-laws are.
So I'm reading my books and doing my research. I have a belly and no one can tell me I don't. My pants don't button. And my belly is HARD...no one ever mentioned that to me. It's like I have a piece of concrete under my belly button.
In other news, I have tentatively entered into the world of writing once again. I'm entering a story in a Mills & Boon "New Voices" contest. Mills & Boon is a British publishing company with ties to Harlequin in the United States; yes, my piece is a romance novel. Please read it, comment on it and vote for it at:
http://www.romanceisnotdead.com/
And to the half a dozen or so readers who continued to check back here all last month to see if I'd posted anything new...I thank you.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)