Week 24 Day 7

   It’s been a busy 3 weeks so sorry for the delay.  I hope I don’t miss big chunks of my child growing up like I’ve been missing big chunks of days between posts.

   My partner was gone for two weeks earlier this month on two different business trips and I spent 50-60 hours at work last week.  I imagine this will be much more difficult to navigate when a little one jumps to the top of our priority list.

   On an awesome note, the baby’s heartbeat is very audible.  Not only can we hear it with the fetoscope that our midwife left us, but I’ve been able to hear it by forming an airtight seal with my ear on her belly.  I can just hear it: dum dum dum dum dum right next to my wife’s ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum.  It takes my breath away every time.  It’s remarkably fast.  In my wife’s words: “It’s like a techno dance beat.  It’s so fast and strong!”  This filled my head with images of the little one with Daft Punk helmet in front of a DJ station rockin it.  Yeah.  That’s not weird at all.

   As she leaves for work this morning, I give the bump a little squeeze earning me a scolding because apparently I get it all riled up and then she has to deal with it for the next few hours.  I figure it will all come back to me once the baby is born.  Doesn’t make me any less of an ass today, though.

Week 16 day 5

   The midwife heard my baby’s heartbeat yesterday.  I tried to use the fetoscope but could hardly hear my wife’s heartbeat let alone the baby’s.  And I know she has one so I’ll just have to trust the midwife. 

   This is pretty exciting.  I don’t really show my excitement much, except when I’m watching Starwars (episodes 4, 5 & 6)  I probably didn’t do much more than smile reaaal big yesterday.  But I think I may have been doing somersaults in my brain. 

   Except for the crib, which we will be borrowing from friends, the nursery is pretty much set up.  Here’s a shot:

Note the James Hance Winnie the Pooh/Starwars mashup artwork.  If my child doesn’t like Starwars I may have to pull a Luke at the end of Empire Strikes Back. “Noooooooooo!”  And then heave a big sigh and just support my child and whatever interests they develop.  Otherwise, I’d be an ass if I forced something even as cool as Starwars on my child.