JAtlas is about a week old and, honestly, he’s been pretty chill. Jen has been an amazing mother and has aced the caregiver role. I’m not very useful beyond getting chores done and occasionally bringing food or beverage to Jen.
Here’s Mom & Dad D with JAtlas:
Jen and I are just about falling into a rhythm now. The nights are occasionally tough, but not at all what I had originally expected. Most of the time (day or night) he sleeps and his cries are only as long as it takes us to either feed him or clean him.
I’ve heard that this phase doesn’t last long and that weeks 6-8 can get really rough, but at least for now we’ve simply been enjoying the quiet cuteness.
Two important discoveries:
1. he can eat
2. he can sleep
Keep it up little buddy!
On 5-10-2016 at 12:52am was born Johnathan Atlas DiDonato!
7lbs 9oz, 20.75″ long.
Pictures to come. In the meantime we will be trying to keep the little guy
happy not unhappy.
And now we wait.
Baby D is expected any day now. The house is mostly ready, I didn’t finish the utility sink; but I’m not overly concerned. We decided to plan for something a little more intense with our laundry room renovations; we will see how it goes what with expectations of massive time consumption by Baby D.
One of the unexpected strange parts of this life-change might be our open schedule. Usually we plan multiple events for 3-5 weekends out. But right now our schedule is basically open well into June – not one event scheduled. That’s a weird feeling.
Jen and I practiced putting a diaper on Curious George. It went pretty much as expected.
Baby D has not yet been born… yet I’m fairly certain he already owns more clothes than I do.
That said, I don’t think the ratio of his “Clothes with dinosaurs on them”/ “Clothes without dinosaurs on them” is as high as mine.
There are a lot of weird things about having a pregnant wife. I’m sure anything I find weird pales in comparison to what Jen is experiencing, but there are two things that absolutely baffle me:
#1. The strange obsession with rating a fetus to the size of a food
A food? I acknowledge that food size is almost universally understood as a convenient unit of measure. But you know what’s also universally recognized and way more precise? The International System of Units. How big is a papaya? What a strangely uncommon fruit choice to use as a measurement comparison. And what about variations in vegetable size? A potato? Potatoes can vary in size considerably. NOT TO MENTION THE FACT THAT WE EAT FOOD. How big is your unborn child? Oh, about the same size as the apple that you’re chewing on right now. That weirds me out. I’d prefer centimeters and kilograms thankyouverymuch.
#2. 40 weeks isn’t 40 weeks. It’s 38. Stop lying to us OBGYNs across America.
This one bothers me more than it should. According to general practices the age of a fetus is calculated from the end of the menstrual period prior to conception. Typically, conception takes place two weeks into a cycle. That means that at the moment of conception, it (zygote, morula, baby, whatever you want to call it) is ~two weeks old. This is stupid. In a way, one could argue that if you’re a woman within the first two weeks of your cycle you are pregnant. Some websites actually describe the first two weeks as “Pregnant, but not.”
“But wait!” I thought, “Maybe this is just a better safe than sorry method to keep track until the OBGYN can more accurately gauge the age of fetus. It’s gotta be hard to determine exact conception dates, but humanity has developed amazing technologies that do a great job of determining size and progress of an unborn kid! That’s gotta be it. I’m sure it will be updated after the first ultrasound.”
The age in weeks is never corrected. This gross approximation is carried all the way to the delivery room.
LUXURY ITEM ALERT! Jen and I just bought a Roomba! DAAAAANG! – (don’t worry, we used a coupon.)
Jen is a stickler for clean floors so we decided to get all crazy like and buy a robot to save some efforts. He docks under a hutch and comes out every other day to clean the place. The cleaning power is notable, but the random-sauce method that he navigates the rooms is bizarre.
We need a name for our robot.
We also need a name for our son who will be born in early May, but priority is on the robot.