One super fun thing about being pregnant (even during these recent very slow parts) is watching Cody handle the transformation. Sure, he was excited at first but now that my belly is starting to show, he will eyeball it now and then and say, “wow there really is a baby in there.” And he’ll say it in a very serious tone and then walk away with a pensive look on his face.
I am starting to notice guys and girls handle this pregnancy thing so differently.
Women not only think way too far ahead sometimes, but they tend to think kind of detailed and technical when it comes to baby. We think about: being ready when baby gets here, the nursery, being fully stocked with enough of every tiny thing before baby gets here, UM LABOR, breastfeeding, getting up throughout the night, if and how fast our bodies return to ‘normal,’ how will our marriage change??, will we ever have normal social lives again?, etc.
This is obviously becuase many changes are happening TO US. Our bodies, which we’ve always been fairly careful with, are suddenly changing and expanding in ways and at rates we cannot really control. So this whole baby thing becomes real for us way before it does for the guys.
Men think about the fun stuff. If it’s a boy, they think about Tonka trucks, someone to play ball with/wrestle with/rough and tumble with, championship games, their ‘little man,’ etc…OR, if it’s a girl, they are already practicing what they’ll say when her first date comes to the door (Cody has had the scene from Bad Boys 2 memorized when “Reggie” comes to the door since before we even got pregnant), daddy’s little girl, father/daughter dances, etc…
The differences are probably there for a reason. Everytime I start to fret about finances or what we’ll need or how different we will be or what we won’t be able to do, Cody has the perfect response.
“Babe, we’re having a kid. We’re not dying.”
*Whew* Thank God for husbands. For wonderful, not-stressed, we’ll-be-fine husbands. This is when the strengths of a marriage really work in our favor; when what makes me and Cody polar opposites is really what keeps us the strongest.
Though I must say, sometimes his responses aren’t exactly what I need to hear.
His favorite question to ask me is: “What’s the baby doing?” I try to keep up on the weekly developments but sometimes I just answer, “I don’t know.”
“Well, I gave you all the parts! Now it’s your job to put them all together correctly!”
Now that makes me a bit nervous about parenting.
Oh yeah. And here’s my new belly:
16 weeks…baby weighs 3 oz. and is 4-5 inches long. He/she is apprently making lots of facial expressions by now, including squinting, yawning, and grimacing. If it is a girl, I am already GRANDMA! (her ovaries already have all her eggs for her entire lifetime). I’m so proud of all my grandbabies!