That's right, it's a bean...I mean, baby! At least that's what all the books tell us it's going to be. Rebecca and I got our first ultrasound in October and received the below picture; supposedly you can see the head, arm and leg buds, umbilical cord, eye socket...and a sail boat if you let your eyes go cross-eyed. I'm not sure that I see all that...this could have just been bad reception of the Cowboys/Redskins football game for all I know. However, it's supposedly a textbook fetus (it figures that our baby would already be into studying...that thing's gotta get a life).
It's crazy to think that our baby is only an inch long in the above picture. However, it's 65% head (again, another sign that it's taking after its father). It's so tiny, yet it's making its presence known all the time. Rebecca has felt pretty lousy lately, but thankfully she's almost out of her first trimester. Here I was looking forward to all the fun food cravings that I was going to get to join in on, and to the empathy weight that I would get to put on (I'm nothing if not empathetic). However, food has recently been the last thing that Rebecca wants to see (that, and my mouth full of pickles and ice cream).
We had no idea it would be like this. It's like there's some secret society of moms whose main purpose is to cover up the unpleasantness of pregnancy so that people will keep having babies...for survival of the species, I guess. Apparently there is also a hormone that causes women to forget about the pain of child-bearing. All I know is that I would like to have lots of kids (12 seems like a good number), so I'll play dumb in the future when Rebecca asks me how difficult her first trimester was...I'll have to figure out how to delete this post before then...
It's crazy to think that our baby is only an inch long in the above picture. However, it's 65% head (again, another sign that it's taking after its father). It's so tiny, yet it's making its presence known all the time. Rebecca has felt pretty lousy lately, but thankfully she's almost out of her first trimester. Here I was looking forward to all the fun food cravings that I was going to get to join in on, and to the empathy weight that I would get to put on (I'm nothing if not empathetic). However, food has recently been the last thing that Rebecca wants to see (that, and my mouth full of pickles and ice cream).
We had no idea it would be like this. It's like there's some secret society of moms whose main purpose is to cover up the unpleasantness of pregnancy so that people will keep having babies...for survival of the species, I guess. Apparently there is also a hormone that causes women to forget about the pain of child-bearing. All I know is that I would like to have lots of kids (12 seems like a good number), so I'll play dumb in the future when Rebecca asks me how difficult her first trimester was...I'll have to figure out how to delete this post before then...
