... Or parenthood from the male perspective.

... Or parenthood from the male perspective.

Showing posts with label 19 weeks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 19 weeks. Show all posts

Monday, May 21, 2012

19 Weeks Old


Being a new father I’m quickly discovering (and being told) all of the one million and one ways that my child could die.  This week alone has inundated me with enough articles, clips and Facebook shares to keep me awake very late tonight.
   First there’s this which shows some scary footage of what it looks like if the car you’re driving gets in a collision and your child is in a forward facing seat.
   And this shows the rise of diabetes in America’s youth.
   As summer quickly approaches and we are spending time in or near water, this informational tidbit describing what happens to people who are drowning.  This scares me more than the movie Jaws. 
   And finally, I just finished reading Storms of Our Grandchildren by James Hansen who explains that if we don’t stop burning fossil fuels, nothing living will exist on planet Earth within 1000 years because the surface temperature will parallel that of Venus.
  Oh goody.  So:
Keep using rear facing car seats as long as possible – Check
Eat more vegetables – Check
Swim Lessons  – Working on it
   And write my legislators telling them to close down all coal fired power stations and reduce my use of carbon.  – Ummm… I drive a Prius (Can I get a half check for that?)
   I realize that if we spend all our time worrying about everything that could go wrong in this world, we’ll miss everything when it goes right.  But try not worrying when this is on the line: 

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Week 19 Day 1


   The baby is a kickpuncher.  Apparently it can really do a number.  According to my wife, it feels like this kind of number.  Which I guess isn’t surprising since it looks something like this:  (Look!  It has eyebrows!)  And brain cells are growing by 100,000 every second!

   We’re going to wait to find out the sex of the baby which is why I keep referring to it as “it”.  There are very few real “surprises” in this world and this is one of them.  (My wife’s words and very accurate I think)  I’ve heard stories of couples wanting to keep it a secret, went in for an ultrasound and the technician spilled the beans.  So we’re not getting an ultrasound either.  Plus the effects of ultrasounds on a developing fetus are still largely unknown.
   Sometimes the best way to keep from being an ass is to do nothing at all!