Good Old War – Calling Me Names
So as you read in the last entry, we had a ton of bricks, then a piano, then maybe a balloon full of paint fall on top of us at what was supposed to be one of the more exciting parts of our pregnancy. So what does it all mean? Well, it means our baby is going to have to get used to photo sessions every other week, as well as a few additional trips for Mom and Dad topped with a little more stress then we were already feeling.
The one scary thing that my wife didn’t put in the email that even I as a man (a manly man that gave my woman a child) was really afraid of, was the fact that if this thing in my baby’s chest did continue to grow, that there was a chance that the baby’s symptoms could start to transfer to mom. Yes, this whole thing could just disappear and not be a big deal, but if it continues to grow, I need to watch my wife to see if she’s looking any different. Now I’m not sure if you’ve hung out with pregnant women before, but it’s pretty damn difficult to know what changes are normal and what ones may not be normal. That being said, with the next few weeks being extremely critical to the baby’s growth, it is also the riskiest time for this thing to grow and become a problem. So what do the doctor’s prescribe? Sit and wait. Then we check it again. Sit and wait. Then we do some other tests that sound like they are from the movie Ghostbusters (Ecco What?). Sit and wait. All this time we have to still be excited about my wife’s GROWING BELLY, and hope that not everything is growing quite as much.
The good news, especially for my wife and I’ll let you guess why, is that the baby is healthy everywhere else and is only in the 50th percentile on size for babies at this age. 50% is healthy, but not TOO healthy if you know what I mean. I on the other hand may or may not be in the 110th percentile and counting, wondering if the upcoming holidays will reek more havoc on me or my wife when it comes to the need for maternity pants. I know that I’m joking a lot about this, but to be completely honest, that is the only way to curb my impatience. Also, after Part Two and trying not to freak out again reading my wife’s email, this is the way that I feel I can best help this little bundle of joy….by being positive. So the song is a new release, not even available for purchase. I think that it’s helping me focus on a more important topic, what name am I going to give to this little one to avoid too much ridicule and torture from annoying rhyming and nicknames. I’m not expecting he or she to be someone that has to worry about this, personally because I was awesome as a kid, but because this is my one fear in life…..that my kid has a name that rhymes worse than my wife and I. The path of Andy and Mandi and Candy and Sandy or Randy or any other delineation should probably stop sooner rather than later. I love my wife and I and our ability of people we meet to remember our names before their own relatives, but I don’t want my kid to have to worry about it at PTA meetings.
“Oh, your parents are Mandi and Andy and you’re name is Dandy? How cute…”
So that being said, we are on the hunt for awesome names. Now you’re probably saying, “Hey, I thought you said in the last email that you were going to find out the sex of the baby, so names should at least be a little easier, right?” Well this is true, but even thought you’ll be able to find out the sex of our little dickens, we are still WAY up in the air about names, it’s really hard to come up with baby names for a……….oh, almost gotcha there. I guess you’ll just have to read on to find out more.
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