Weak Ate. (Week 8)

Happy Halloween! Hope you all are doing well and get lots of candy today.

Today, Baby Para is going as an alien Gummi- Bear:

Boo!

(You're pregnant.)

It is interesting reading the weekly updates on baby development. This week Baby Para is checking out It's new elbows, and it's ears are developing both internally and externally. We can only hope that maybe good taste in music will develop as well, but at this point it's almost impossible to predict. If, when born Baby Para is asking to listen to that guy from the Digital Underground, we'll know that something probably went wrong. Because the Humpty Hump wasn't cool, ever. It was only the mass denial of the early 90s that made it possible.

The digital rays of the fingers have also made themselves apparent. This is a very important developmental time, as Baby Para's mom has the long fingers of a musician, where Baby Para's Dad, who is a "slightly above back porch" musician, has frustratingly stubby digits. Genetically speaking, this is a very tense time for Daddious. Though Dad does not feel the need to live vicariously through the musical accomplishments of his offspring, he would like it to be an option, nevertheless.

There is also information saying that Baby Para's Mom's Uterus has gone from the size of a fist to a grapefruit, and that we may as well stop buying tests now as they'll all be saying the same thing from this point on.

Well, maybe that second part wasn't mentioned, but the Daddious footnotes for "What to Expect"  (Sold separately, payment in Pampers IS considered to be legal currency) do say as much. In the meantime, Daddious is having a "sympathy pregnancy glow" that has to do more with drinking coffee for two, than anything to do with hormones.

Hope you all have a great day...



Fairwell to Caffeine

Oh, woe is me!  Once upon a midnight dreary, while I ponder pregnant and hormonal

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lattes

While I nodded nearly napping (being tired from lack of caffeine). Suddenly there came a dripping

As if of someone gently brewing, brewing with my french press pot

'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, brewing hot and steaming coffee.

Only this and nothing more.

Ah, distinctly I remember is was a bleak October.

And each separate dying coffee ground wrought its caffeine upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the Cappuccino; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my travel mug of sorrow for the lost Caffeine -
For the bold and sweetened Americano whom the angels named Starbucks -
Caffeine free here for evermore.

-Anonymous Mommious

Post#1 Greetings And Salutations

Hello all.

So... You can imagine my surprise, when of all times, Thursday 10/20,  we looked behind the bellybutton of my beloved and found one of these!

There was a feeling of a pit in her stomach. Probably something about the size of a prune pit, to be specific, beginning to hog it's Mommy's nutrients, while at the same time, altering her mood from time to time and giving us the mixed emotions of "oh, crap" and "wow, awesome" and "but oh, crap" and "Still, this is going to be great!", and back to "oh, crap" again, in a never ending looped dance of reality.

Something has ultimately changed our relationship forever. Until we know the sex, we have decided to refer to our unplanned but entirely welcome offspring as "Baby Para" as in, Baby Parasite. At this point, it's pretty much just feeding off Mom and not giving us much input as to what it's thinking about.

It's not like the timing is perfect, it really isn't. But the idea of a "little us" is very exciting. So in this case we're going to be busy, for a while, at first trying to prepare the way for a good home for Para, trying to make sure that what comes out on the 22nd of June is more:

 Like this,

  

Than this:

And definitely not this:

Because that would just be weird. And we want something better for our baby than that.

So me and Baby Para's Mom will probably take turns posting some of our experiences as it relates to this while we go along, and hope you enjoy.

-Anonymous Daddious.