Another Friday, Another Week Begins

I can OFFICIALLY say that we’re 21 weeks, 1 day into Babytown. This also means that we are a happy 18 weeks, 6 days away from D-day. This is also the final week of my 5th month of pregnancy. We’re in the homestretch of the 2nd trimester. Only 5 more weeks until the 3rd. Crazy, right? October still feels so far away!

In other news, most of the nausea, uncomfortable-ness, and other fun symptoms from the first trimester are actually subsiding. I still get sporadic headaches, which I treat with a single (how amazing) 500mg capsule of Tylenol.

On Tuesday, Jason and I went to a baby care class. This was a three-hour course taught at the hospital in which we learned all about life RIGHT after T.H.E. boy is delivered. We’re excited for most of the things to come. Although the look on Jason’s face while watching the video of the daddy cutting his newborn’s umbilical cord was quite¬†humorous, if nothing else. He wasn’t really sold on the idea of cutting the cord, until he thought more about it being a once in a lifetime event, and would likely kick himself forever for not doing it. Needless to say while drafting our birthing plan, I suggested there be a strong nurse standing behind him in the event of his passing out.

Another interesting item from the class: We were free to sit where we wanted. It just turned out that all the parents who were expecting boys sat together, while all the parents expecting girls sat together. We were oddly separated by the only couple expecting twins–a boy and a girl.

And… we were definitely the ‘youngest’ ones in there. Meaning that all the other babies were due in June, July, or August. All I can say about learning things early is that I’m a planner. I like to know what to expect as early on as possible. We also took a lot of notes, because unlike the other parents, we have four months to forget things.

We start our birthing classes this coming week. We go for two hours every Tuesday for the next four weeks. We get to see the facility, and learn how to give birth… I assume. I guess we’ll see.

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The Halftime Show

Yet another hurdle has been reached, jumped over, and left in the dust. Today is Saturday, which means that I’m one day into a new week. This week, baby BOY and I are in week 21. So if we’re keeping score, we’ve got 19 (hooray!) weeks and 6 days until D-day (delivery day/ due day).

On Wednesday, the little one was measuring in at about 20 weeks, 4 days (instead of 19 weeks, 5 days), which the sonographer told us was just fine since at this point, estimating the fetal age has a good 5-7 day margin of error. Not too shabby. Maybe we’ll have our 10-11-12 baby after all.

We are expecting a lil’ man, which was kind of a surprise, kinda not. For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted a little boy. Mainly because I want to dress him in little man suits. And before you ask, yes, I would ‘let’ him wear them all the time. I don’t think there is anything cuter than an infant in formal wear.

On the flip side, Jason and I had settled on a solid name for a girl. Complete with a first name that paid homage to both sides of the family, a power-name for the middle name, and a Hebrew name (after my maternal grandmother). Because of this, we were pretty well sold on living in Girl Town. Not the case.

Boy Town looks to be very fun, filled with little boy things. And we are grateful for the opportunity to live there. Our town does have a name, which we’re probably keeping under wraps until closer to the afore-mentioned D-day.