The Baby is Being So Mean!!

That's the common complaint I hear from Lisa during the early stages of this pregnancy, and it makes me laugh every time she says it - mostly because she says it in the cutest voice. Me, being the loving husband that I am, always answer with a very compassionate, "You wanted this." I know - husband of the year material. And yes, I want this baby too. As I have mentioned to Lisa and others, I am tickled to death about this. Yes, I said 'tickled' - so what? But it is times like these that I hold to my usual motto - 'Being a Guy Rules!' I get a healthy dose of the joy with zero nauseous side-effects.

Luckily, her nausea has been rather tame. According to her, she feels lucky that it is relatively mild. She hasn't been as sick as her mother used to get during her child-bearing years. For that, we are both grateful.

Unfortunately, last week, a woman with whom I work miscarried. I don't even want to consider that possibility for our little raspberry (that's the current size of the baby, according to Lisa. I feel like a man walking through a farmer's market more than experiencing his wife's first pregnancy). In my head, I know that these types of things happen, and part of me is remaining on alert until we get out of this first trimester. With Lisa's past PCOS, our difficulty conceiving and this being her first pregnancy, mixed with my statistical way of thinking, I would consider Lisa's pregnancy to be on the side of greater risk. I wouldn't say high-risk, just riskier than others.

How would I react if we were to experience a miscarriage? It scares me to think of such a dire outcome to a very jubiliant time. I don't want to think about it, but feel it is my responsibility to have the strength to be her comfort should that be the plan of our Heavenly Father. I pray that it will all go smoothly and that we will be meeting our new addition in another 32 weeks, but I will remain on guard until I know he or she is healthy, safe and developing normally.

On a more amusing and upbeat note, Lisa asked me to scold the little baby last night for being so mean to her. I pointed to her tummy and firmly rebuked, "Bad baby." She's already turning me into the disciplinarian.