The Avett Brothers – Head Full of Doubt/Road Full of Promises
So you’re probably reading this saying to yourself, “Hey Andy, is this a blog, or a failed attempt at a novel that you’ll never finish?” It’s been 4 weeks since my last entry, and to be honest, it’s been the most content filled 4 weeks that we’ve had yet in the pregnancy, some good, some bad. I’ve dedicated the next 4 posts, all that you’ll be getting right now, to what I’m calling our baby’s “Mid Life Crisis”, starting with it’s half way through pregnancy appt. on November 29th. So at 20 weeks, we went in as eager young parents, and maybe came out a few years older. So enjoy the next few entries with a big surprise at the end. I recommend reading these on a computer or device that can play flash, and be sure to listen to the songs while reading through, they mean a lot to us and are helping me through this whole process.
Part One : 20 weeks and counting….
My wife and I went into the lady doctor yet again in eager anticipation to finally see something more than a gummy bear or other small fruit that they had been describing in all of the baby books/apps, thoroughly convinced that there would be another food that would become unappetizing very quickly. The main difference this time is that we had the standard 20 week ultrasound first, and then a visit with the doc in what I now refer to as “the uncomfortable room”. The best part about the uncomfortable room is that you get to first start in the “low light creepy room” other known as ultrasound central, in which your wife gets to lay down and shoot sound waves into your unborn child. While I could pontificate as to the strangeness that one feels seeing a picture of a child coming from a jelly covered belly, I will just say this…..it’s weird. The Ultrasound tech sits there talking to your baby, trying their damnedest not to let on what sex it is, while at the same time talking to you like they actually give a crap what they are looking at. Now, I’m not saying that Ultrasound techs are insensitive, and believe me when I say that I highly respect their ability to decipher body parts in what looks to me like a small intestine, but I highly doubt that after 8 babies a day that they really care about what you are seeing is your first child. I would relate it like this. I like computers. I like Apple computers, and I like showing people what they can do with their Apple computers with day to day life. But I can honestly say that when showing someone how to use iPhoto, after practice editing the first five photos and telling me about the date and time that they took them, I’m pretty much done and ready to send you to online tutorials.
So that being said, we also found out that our baby, like it’s mom and dad, LOVES to lay down. And unfortunately, lay down stubbornly making it very difficult to get all the measurements and make sure all the organs and such are in place. Ah, it’s as stubborn as it’s mother, and from the first few pictures, has the forehead of it’s father. This also lead my wife to now be almost 100% committed that it was a boy, or as her sister put it, a really “butch girl”. We didn’t get the freaky 3D pictures, but did get a couple of foot and profile shots after working tirelessly to turn this baby around. Without going through any of the results, we then wiped off the belly goo, and headed into the room that modern radio forgot to await our hopefully short recap and update from the doctor lady, who is also a lady doctor. The kid was moving, all the normal parts were there, so we were hoping to walk out happy parents ready to start picking wall colors and moving forward with weight gain (mainly from me). The next part is where I guess you’d say the reality of a pregnancy set in…..that brings us to part two.
Pics from the first Ultrasound, arm is at the top of the picture with a fist in the air ready to party:
traveling daddy 