I wasn’t going to post today, because I have a ton of work to do and I’m trying to pace myself so I don’t run out of material in the next 189 days. But then I got the weekly update from BabyCenter.com and it was loaded with fun facts (some of which are unfit to publish in this space), so I decided to share some of the more family friendly anecdotes.
Since these updates will hit my inbox at this time each week, I think we should make this a Tuesday morning staple, though I’m having a tough time coming up with a clever name for it, hence “Tuesday morning something-or-others.” Let me know if you have a nice alliterative suggestion. (The leader in the clubhouse is “Tuesday morning truths and trivia,” or some variation thereof.)
We’re at the 13-week mark, which means we have 189 days to go until the Aug. 3 due date, and it also means we’re in the final week of the first trimester, so the nausea and perpetual fatigue ought to be fading soon (but enough about me, haha). As I mentioned last week, the little mo is now estimated to be the size of a “medium shrimp,” which mysteriously is larger than the limes at the BabyCenter grocery store (I can only assume they meant a key lime; outing alert – Jimmy Buffett is ghostwriting these BabyCenter updates). But anyway, little Butterbean is now about three inches long and weighs about an ounce. His or her “veins and organs are clearly visible through (his or) her still-thin skin” (kind of creepy, but OK), and he or she has developed unique fingerprints (wow!) on his or her tiny fingertips.
As for dad, I’m developing more nocturnal tendencies, but that might just be because of ESPN’s insistence on starting Big 12 basketball games at 9 p.m. Eastern. Nonetheless, it could come in handy for those late-night feedings.
Interestingly, a BabyCenter poll showed that 27 percent of expectant dads said they gained weight, 15 percent were moody, and 10 percent felt nauseated. No word on how many experienced sympathy fatigue.
Are your breasts tender at all?
Not to shamelessly plug my former company, but here’s a site that Megan might want to check out – http://babyfit.sparkpeople.com/
I don’t know why, but I always found it funny when the doctor would compare the size of the child to a random object. Is he a lime, and orange, a basketball? You never make those comparisons in any other aspect of life. I mean, I’ve never said “that new guy at work is nice and he is the size of a loveseat.”
I also get the emails. My wife expects me to give her a summary, including what fruit our baby looks like this week.