On Friday your dad and I spent a great deal of time listening to your heart beat (161 bpm) and watching you wiggle around in your swimming pool while a nice lady took a lot measurements from you. I know. It has got to suck, being in the womb and already having society try to tell you how you should be measuring up. I would tell you to get used to it, but idealist that I am I want desperately for you to give them all the finger and always, always march to the beat of your own drum (good job on the not moving much for the ultrasound tech btw, great start).
You are growing much faster than I am prepared for. Last time we looked at you, you measured in at exactly one inch. Your Auntie K predicts that you will grow up to be an engineer like her. Sounds good to me, Aunt K is someone we could all stand to be a little more like. You have grown quite a bit since last time, measuring in at 7.67 cm (a little over 3 inches). The size of a peach, one baby book says. I do not know why they keep comparing you to food, probably because you are so cute.
I can feel you floating around in there now, pinching and pushing around at things. It is an odd sort of pressure from the inside, not comfortable in the least. It is not that it hurts, but that it almost does. I am not sure how to explain it beyond that. I am okay with it though, I like to know you are really there.
We still do not know what your sex is and people are beginning to get impatient. Your great-granmama called me today asking about it, even though I already told her that it was going to be another month. Before I was pregnant with you I really wanted the boy kind of baby because I thought it would be easier to deal with boy teenagers than girl teenagers. Nocturnal emissions seem like much less of a challenge than menstrual cycles, ya know? Plus, if I was any indication girl teenagers are holy terrors from hell and I am terrified of facing down myself in a dozen years or more. After we found out we were having you I thought having a girl type baby would probably help even out the Fujikawa clan, because I can count the girl Fujikawa's in your dad's generation on one hand. We're extremely out numbered.
Just for the record I do not really care either way anymore. I know that you will probably wear green sparkle nail polish like your dad (11th paragraph from the bottom) and that I will find myself looking in the mirror regardless of your sex. Just remember that we did not name you Fox Mulder okay? You will have to love us for that.
Now that I have managed to embarrass you and your father I had better sign off lest the internet finds out how truly nerdy I am.
All my love,
Your Mom (ha!)
Hair, day forty-six
3 hours ago
This is so cute.
ReplyDeletere: nocturnal emissions vs. periods, at the risk of oversharing...
ReplyDeleteunless your boy jerks off a lot, which I'm told most boys do, although I didn't because i was afraid of my penis, he could have up to 3 nocturnal emissions a week. I don't know what kind of cost-benefit analysis that works out to, and I guess you could just send him to Jocelyn Elders to learn how to masturbate (isn't that what got her fired, wanting to teach kids how to do that?) that's a lot of laundry to do, and he'll get all weird trying to hide it all the time.
Hope this helps.