Olives. Jumping.

PuddleBaby is now the size of an olive and has officially graduated from an "embryo" to a "fetus." We are so proud of the little fruit!

I had a dream last night that PuddleMama and I, holding hands, jumped off the top of a skyscraper together... Hmm.... I don't think I need a dream manual to look up the symbolism on that one...

First Prenatal Visit

PuddleMama is in the eighth week of pregnancy, and today we went for our first prenatal visit today. Of course this being our first child, neither of us have experienced a prenatal visit before. However, I felt at a decided disadvantage because not only was I experiencing my first prenatal visit, I was experiencing my first ever doctor appointment in general that included things like "pap smear", "breast exam", clamps, "external palpation", or the "tool." Wow.

Questions were asked, exams were given, blood was taken, and more appointments were scheduled (including an ultrasound in two weeks!) Everything appears to be healthy as of now, although for some reason I expected to feel more confident about that fact after the appointment. Maybe this is because for most of the appointment I stared intently at the corner of the room away from where the exam was being done.

We are pumped for the ultrasound in two weeks, even if the appointment is at 7:15 a.m.

Sympathy Peeing?!

I read in the PB that reportedly 60% of men have "sympathy symptoms" to match their partner's "pregnancy symptoms." I'm not sure how you arrive at 60%. Dealing with your partner's very real "pregnancy symptoms" should push this number to 100%, easy, if only considering "fatigue."

The one symptom that I did not expect to gain no matter how "sympathetic" I was was extra peeing. Several times over the last week I've gotten up in the middle of the night to pee. I *never* get up in the middle of the night. Huh. I guess I'm a *real* sensitive, sympathetic dude.

Is it too early to be thinking about (nick) names?

If not, PuddleBaby now the size of a blueberry, already has a nickname besides PuddleBaby. The Splendid Splinter. Yes, we fully expect PuddleBaby to hit a baseball (softball) like the great beantown slugger Ted Williams, but the nickname is not derived by dreams of the future pro's hitting potential.

A picture would definitely help explain the nickname better:

Yes, PuddleMama and I believe this happened on a certain night which would have made any splinter splendid, but the really splendid part is not the splinter itself but how it splintered. I would definitely be more hesitant to post such a picture if the splinter had happened on one corner, but the fact the board splintered down the middle the entire length of the side board just amazes me. How did we do that?!

Our bed is now propped up on over a dozen books, and is holding (mostly) steady.

Blueberry, Splendid Splinter, PuddleBaby... There are a even few more nicknames that PuddleMama and I came up with but we're keeping to ourselves for now- they hint too closely to the names that are early favorites for placement on the actual birth certificate.

Of course, I'll keep this blog up to date with any new names we are considering. Well, at least any we are considering for nicknames...

PuddleDoggy's new digs...

PuddleDoggy is going to be the one to break the news to mom and dad. I can't wait.

(In case it's not completely clear, it says "Mommy's knocked up, I'm going to be a big brother.")