Sunday, August 24, 2008

Kicking and Screaming

Actually, just kicking, thankfully. Karin has been feeling our Tadpole moving around in there for about a month now. Try as I might, though, I just couldn’t feel anything from the outside. Until Wednesday night. On Wednesday night, my son kicked me. Those few seconds and those few jabs go down as one of the happiest, most unbelievable moments of my life to date. Unfortunately, I have not been able to feel him again since then, but hopefully that will change soon. He’s getting bigger now; he should be between 11 & 11 1/2 inches and weigh about 1 lb.

Of course, I’m all excited about the nice strong movements that I can feel through Karin’s belly, but she, though happy about it, is a little less enthusiastic about being kicked in the bladder all the time.

The picture above comes from the 3D Pregnancy Calendar, which appears to be a site owned by Nickelodeon. I don’t have anaglyph glasses at home, but if you do, you can see that 22 week-old fetus jump right out at you :-).


Thursday, August 14, 2008

He's a He!

It’s official. Having still not heard from the doctor, Karin called the office this afternoon and they confirmed for us that the tiny little person inside Karin is, in fact, a boy. Admittedly, it was pretty obvious on the ultrasound, but in keeping with the rules, the ultrasound tech stubbornly refused to confirm or deny what we could plainly see on the screen. She did say, “here’s a leg, here’s the other leg, and so right in this area here...” But, though Karin began referring to the baby as “he” and “him” almost every other word, the tech just smiled and said “it.”

It’s sort of a pity that the tech didn’t print out the “gender” shot; I would have used it for the picture on this entry. It’s like Karin said: this is about the only time people will not think you’re crazy for holding up a picture and saying, “look at my child’s penis!”

We did get three other pictures. One is above, and, in case you haven’t found them on your own already, they are available elsewhere on the site.

It will be very nice to no longer have to refer to our baby as “it.”


Thursday, August 7, 2008

Halfway Day

Today, Karin is 20 weeks pregnant. The official length of a full-term pregnancy is 40 weeks, which makes today the halfway point. We’re very happy to have made it this far, but of course there’s still a long way to go. It seems a little longer, too, when you do the math. As I’ve mentioned before, the 40 weeks of pregnancy are measured from the first day of the mother’s last period. That means that when you are “2 weeks pregnant” you may actually not be pregnant at all. You can only be 1 or 2 weeks pregnant retroactively. So, really, 18 weeks of actually being pregnant have passed and 20 still remain. And when you consider that we’ve only known we were expecting for about 15 weeks, It makes the remaining 20 seem a little longer. I should stop, though, because I don’t want to tarnish the milestone by over thinking it. Today is still a very important marker.

Our next important marker comes on this coming Tuesday, August 12th. On Tuesday afternoon, Karin and I will again walk over to Lancaster General Hospital (only about 3 blocks from our house) for her second ultrasound. The first one was very exciting. It was out first chance to get a undeniable evidence that there is, in fact, a tiny little person in there. We’ve reached the point now where Karin has tiny little kicks and movements to prove it’s in there (they’re still not strong enough for me to feel), but getting to see it again will be great. Of course, the most exciting part of this ultrasound is that it should allow us to stop referring to the Tadpole as “it.” As long as our little fetus cooperates, we should be able to tell what the gender is.

Fear not: when we know, boy or girl, I will let you know. But be warned, I won’t announce it until we have official word from the doctor. We have been cautioned that, while the ultrasound tech may (and likely will, if it’s obvious) point out the baby’s gender, that the official word comes from the doctor, probably the day after. So sit tight. As soon as we have that official word, I will tell you, but it may not be till Wednesday, maybe even Thursday.