Our baby is the size of an eggplant. This makes our CSA box even more exciting this week, since there are two eggplants included.
The big goal for the week/weekend is get all of the crap out of his room (i.e. a mug I got when I graduated from high school, random household tools, picture frames with photos that are 3+ years old and a paper shredder to name a few) and get the curtains on the windows. After that, all we have left to do is wash laundry and organize his diapers/clothes.
I used to be all up on this research of what does my baby’s face look like, how translucent is his skin and how much baby fur does he have. But now that I can finally feel him kick, that stuff doesn’t seem as important to me. Sometimes I feel like I should be more excited about the forming of weird things, but now that I know his organs have formed and are just getting stronger, I’m very pleased. I think the rest of it will just seem cooler when I can see it once he gets here!
My wife has been pregnant for 190 days (if you go by the stupid pregnancy calendar where it says you’re pregnant even when there has been no sperm near your eggs for YEARS) and we have 90 days to go. The third trimester is just a few days away and, holy cow, with the next several weeks we have planned (a trip to New York City, seeing Book of Mormon here in Minneapolis, potential weekend trip to surprise my grandpa for his 90th birthday, baby classes, doctors appointments, a baby shower, the Lynx winning another WNBA championship, etc.), I have a feeling they’re going to fly by. And I’m glad. I’m ready to meet this guy.
Stat-wise, the internet says he’s anything between 14 and 16 inches and weighs around 2 pounds. He’s going to apparently grow an inch this week, according to this website, so I’m sure Amelia’s going to love that feeling. They already get into arguments, because he’s a fan of hard and fast kicks. I think that means he’s going to own his own dojo when he grows up.
Things he likes (or possibly hates) already: when the cat lays on Amelia’s stomach, when Amelia drinks a non-caffeinated soda (specifically orange Fanta) and the occasional latte. Spicy food is supposed to get him all riled up, too, but my wife isn’t exactly the spicy food eating type of lady.
Because I’ve been blogging since the 90s, it’s only natural that our boy has his own blog. It’s not much, but it’s where most of our baby posting has been going. Otherwise, I’d be all BABY BABY BLAH BLAH BLAH all the time up on this thing. I guess that’s not a bad thing.
Tonight, we’re taking a tour of the place we’ll be delivering him (after our current and unplanned insurance change) to get a lay of the land. I was visiting another part of the same hospital last week with my work and was pretty impressed with everything I saw. Things I require: a staff that’s not going to be supportive of our birth plan, crushed ice, free wireless and an environment where my wife feels comfortable giving birth. I’m keeping my fingers crossed.