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I had my first prenatal appointment, and didn't even get a lousy t-shirt. Seriously, no one prepared me for the nothing that went on here.
I did tell the nurse I was a little nervous about my first prenatal appointment, and she didn't seem to understand why. She asked questions, the PA asked questions, they did a quick exam and took a lot of blood. The blood lady said they'd call me if there was anything wrong. I replied, "Including if I'm not pregnant, right? You'll call me if I'm not pregnant?" She just looked confused and said this was a prenatal appointment. Well yeah, because I scheduled it, not because some automatic pregnancy lightbulb in the sky went off above me and I got sucked into a magic wormhole for the knocked up (not my exact words). She asked if I took a home test, I said yes it was positive, she exclaimed, "Then you're pregnant!"
It just seems so funny that they took my word for all this. Gave me a goody bag full of vitamins and magazines and pamphlets. Took the time to get family history and ask about my plans... natural childbirth? I said probably but I'm actually not sure. Would I be willing to get a blood transfusion? What? Sure I guess. Did I want prenatal testing to see what genetic problems the kid could have? I don't know! I feel like when I got engaged and everyone started asking what my wedding colors would be. I didn't know I was supposed to have this stockpile of answers ready so early, like it's pre-planned or something.
Fundal Height gets measured way later in pregnancy, but I think it's a good thing to know about because measurements are interesting to start early and on your own. The size numbers don't change much at this stage, but they certainly do later on so get a measuring tape and start writing stuff down now, it's totally fun!
My father-in-law spends a lot of time with the kid, mostly by choice. I sometimes wish we had more of a schedule, because at the moment, naps and bedtime are the only semi-guaranteed breaks for anyone. My spouse and father-in-law both work from home free-lance, so they don't actually have a schedule for when they need to be left alone, but at least my father-in-law has more warning with jobs scheduled out in advance.
I'm sorry for your loss. Ectopic pregnancies are scary, and I would like to go punch that first doctor in the face for you.
PPD is awful too.
When I worked in a biligual Kita, the kids picked up loads from simply being read to and pointing out the different things. Sometimes a question came up ("that is a pferd", "it's called horse in English", "ok horse") and it's good to know both languages to understand what the kid is saying, but reading is a good together activity
I would say its very important, because what you learn shapes and molds yours views that make you who you are.
Aum, my partner and I were just discussing this. He was surprised by my taking the hard line that stopping BC or poking holes in condoms or something like that is rape, making the woman a rapist. Which should result in jail time, so she should lose custody, which should go to the father and now he has the choice of keeping the baby or putting them up for adoption.
It's unfortunate that you can't prove such a thing, but hopefully if it was actually taken seriously women would be less likely to do it because it would at least be explicitly called rape.
I understand how the justice system and the family courts would look at it. They see it as the man's sperm made it to the egg so somehow he wasn't protecting himself, he made the choice, yada yada. There's no way to prove that the woman was manipulative, withdrew BC, or "poked holes in the condom" (I think that's unheard of, but anyway).
I topped baby off tonight. He straight up drank 7 ounces of formula after his prunes. If he's an infiltrator, he's eating well for it.
I am still dealing with the fact that your 11 year old is an actual 11 year old.
If a boy who has a penis asks if he's a boy and you don't just say yes, then that's straight up lunacy.
What he decides to do with that boyhood or how he dresses is up to him. But if you're born with a penis you're a boy.
Making it airy fairy when, statistically, scientifically, less than 1% of 1% of children born have true gender dysphoria, is immoral and wrong. It's also a sign of our troubled times.
This is just my anecdotal experience but...
I have experienced bullying based on simply engaging in normal children's play with girls. Insults were attacks on both me and the girls. But I NEVER questioned my gender as a male. So if a child asks me if he's a boy and was identified biologically as one, I am going to question what influences are on the child before I answer.