Random Baby Thoughts

First of all, I'm sorry if my blog has been a bit baby-centric lately. I would like to expand my blog topics to include the non-baby related items of note in my life, but lately it seems that everything I do or think about relates to the being currently residing in my uterus. So I'm afraid that you are are going to have to bear with me for a little while. That or stop reading.

I'm 13 weeks today. "Only" 191 days to go per my ticker...I must admit that I find the "only" clause a bit ironic. By the most conservative measure, this is the last week of my 1st trimester. Baby Center tells me that I'll start to get that infamous burst of energy soon. I really hope they're right. As Jeramy pointed out, I was already pretty lazy and this whole pregnancy thing isn't helping.

We spent a lot of time with Jeramy's family this weekend between his Aunt Em visiting and Easter. Aunt Em is definitely my favorite of Jeramy's aunts as she has a very sarcastic sense of humor which suits me. So of course we spent a lot of time discussing pregnancy, babies, labor, etc and somehow through all this we came upon the issue of babies with big heads. Have I ever mentioned that Jeramy, like his father, has a really big head? And I mean physically large here. Being the paranoid prone person that I am, I suddenly find myself worrying about trying to birth a baby with a enormous head and the potential for C-section. I've been watching a lot of baby birth shows on the Discovery Health channel these days, which has led me to decide that a C-section is not what I want. I really think Discovery Health can be nearly as dangerous as Dr. Google.

Talking pregnancy with families, or at least our family, always seems to lead to discussions as to whether people want a boy or a girl. For some reason these discussions never cease to irritate me, especially when somebody states a preference. I mean for one, I have absolutely no control over gender so it does no good to tell me that you prefer a girl over a boy or vice versa. Two, I can see advantages and disadvantages to having a child of either gender and will honestly be happy with whatever I end up with. And I'm not about to procreate endlessly until we end up with the "ideal" gender combination in our family. Finally, is somebody really going to love a baby more or less just because they are a boy or a girl? Perhaps, but I certainly hope not. So whenever somebody states a preference, I usually retort by saying that I can think of a whole lot of wonderful things about having a baby of the opposite gender and leave it at that. But I still let myself get worked up about it afterwards.

Saturday night we went to a birthday party for our friends' 7 year old. It was at this large warehouse filled with those enormous inflatable toys. Even adults got to go on them...well non-pregnant adults per the signage. So I got a bit of a glimpse of what kind of dad Jeramy might be one day as he bounced around and ended up in a rubber-ball war with a bunch of little boys. ("They started it", he told me). Admittedly there were times it was difficult to see him, since he was surrounded by a mob of 1st graders. Unlike me, Jeramy is really a lot better at playing with kids and seems to enjoy it. Perhaps we'll balance each other out. I joked that we should rent the place for his 30th birthday, especially when we found out you could bring alcohol if you brought a banquet license. Tipsy adults and large inflatable toys would be a very amusing combination. Provided that nobody got sick, that is.