Heaven help us...

So we are laying in bed last night talking about how we will raise our child. The conversation began because Shannon is reading some kind of pregnancy magazine. She keeps firing questions at me depending on what article she is reading. "What are my views on breastfeeding?" "Do I think the baby needs to spend the first few months sleeping in our room?"

I'm not sure if I ever really answered any of her first several questions. I just kept thinking to myself "Wow! Yet another set of things I haven't even considered". "I have never felt so unprepared for anything". One time in high school, I was running for class vice-president. I had to give a speech in front of the entire student body. I had gotten the dates wrong and showed up for the assembly without having written a speech. In fact, I had not really thought about what I was going to say when I did write it. (shocker...I lost the election)

I was less anxious about that.

Anyway, Shannon is flipping through this magazine and sees an ad for baby earrings. "How do you feel about piercing the babies ears?" she says. Before I can answer she states, "I think it is more special if we wait until she is old enough to ask for pierced ears." "Then we know she really, really wants it" says my wife. "Like a tattoo or belly ring" I say.

Heaven help me if I have a daughter.

Dealing with the present and planning for the future..

Mother and baby are doing well. Shannon is starting to show more. Her lttle belly is poking out. I would take a picture and post it but it would probably mean my death.

She says she still feels more fat than pregnant. I think she looks great. She talks about feeling heavy and sluggish. She talks about it being harder to breathe. She talks about the difficulty bending over and how she feels hot and tired.

I say...welcome to my world.

We went to visit a day care center last Friday. It was an eye opening experience.

Apparently they will teach the child sign language, Spanish, colors, letters and quantum physics before they turn 5 years old. And all for only a million dollars!

As a Dad, I will be responsible for the more valuable life lessons like don't eat your boogers, the infield fly rule and the difference between rugby and football.

Mother to be update

Shannon went to the doctor last week for a checkup. Mother to be and tiny Minninger are doing great. Shannons blood pressure is good. 110/70. (mine is higher than that laying on the couch)
The fetus heartbeat is strong and fast. 170 BPM. (again, mine is higher than that laying on the couch)

Still no nausea.

Next doctor visit she will get some more bloodwork done to check for markers that could indicate something like Downs Syndrome or more serious problems. The doctor doesn't seem to be concerned. I like his laid back, positive attitude.

Sometime in July we should be able to find out the sex of the baby. I feel pretty strongly it will be a girl. I also feel pretty strongly that in High School she will want to date some spikey haired, earing wearing punk who needs a smack. Call it Karma.