Being pregnant doesn't necessarily mean an end to sex (at least at ~17 weeks and counting). We've all heard horror stories of sex ending with the first child. It may be closer to truth than I realize, but for now all seems to be well on that front.
While we're on the topic, yes, breasts get larger. Probably the first physically noticeable change (1o weeks? Earlier?). I hear that they'll soon become off limits and I'm ok with that (and a diminished frequency of sex for that matter).
Call it the ying & yang of pregnancy.
(for another one, there is something very sexy about a pregnant partner- maybe it is the glow... perhaps off set by the increase in burping and farting :)
Monday, March 31, 2008
Saturday, March 29, 2008
37yearolddad
I've been meaning to do this since the dark purple line appeared in early January.
The immediate amount of learning, decision making, and doctor visits (in addition to an already busy life), I am just getting around to it.
Impetus now?
My darling wife feels fat :(
Mind you, as a naturally beautiful, uber low maintenance, 37 year old with a body and metabolism to make an 18 year old jealous-- this is a big moment.
It is our first baby. We're very much in love (and practically newlyweds) and we were trying to get pregnant.
Frankly everything has gone very smoothly- good doctors, good insurance, good test results, good names chosen for whatever we have. Even her shock of not fitting in to any of clothes was little more than a passing realization of the change we've noted for weeks.
It doesn't help that she had gotten away with wearing sweats, unbuttoned low-rise jeans, and baggy sweatshirts & sweaters for the first 15 weeks of her pregnancy. That's not far from her typical wardrobe but she's currently on sabbatical so rarely had to show her face to colleagues and students.
The "comming out" was an experience in itself. When do you start to tell people? A 37 year old's first pregnancy has the potential for its share of complications. You meet with a genetics counselor and review your entire family tree's worth of any potential genetic conditions, your partner and you rhetorically ask the question- what would we do if we learn of chromosomal-based or otherwise abnormal pregnancy?
15 week milestone: We were really sweating the results of the ~15th-week non-invasive tests results-- woo hoo! Chromosomal probabilities were in the order of 1 in 3000 - 6000. Surely beats the odds of complications from CVS or Amnio.
Now we can start telling people. Actually 3 people already knew: mom's sister and best friend... and a colleague in my department who... well... has wisdom and or experience for seemingly every situation. Oh and mom's dept. chair(s) who had to do the scheduling for the coming semester.
For some reason it was nearly 2 weeks before we told mom's parents (cute 2 1/2 year old nephew speaks to grandma and grandpa "I'm going to have a cousin!")
I agonize a week longer and finally phone my brother. Quick pleasantries and congratulations and the deed is done. Not sure why I dreaded telling people. Mom next- that just seems appropriate-- my mother was aching for us to have children -- was of course thrilled. Dad followed no more than an hour later.
Grandmother and grandfather round out the obligations. The rest can spread. I get some congratulatory emails and cards from my family.
It really adds a lot of excitement to a house hold :)
The immediate amount of learning, decision making, and doctor visits (in addition to an already busy life), I am just getting around to it.
Impetus now?
My darling wife feels fat :(
Mind you, as a naturally beautiful, uber low maintenance, 37 year old with a body and metabolism to make an 18 year old jealous-- this is a big moment.
It is our first baby. We're very much in love (and practically newlyweds) and we were trying to get pregnant.
Frankly everything has gone very smoothly- good doctors, good insurance, good test results, good names chosen for whatever we have. Even her shock of not fitting in to any of clothes was little more than a passing realization of the change we've noted for weeks.
It doesn't help that she had gotten away with wearing sweats, unbuttoned low-rise jeans, and baggy sweatshirts & sweaters for the first 15 weeks of her pregnancy. That's not far from her typical wardrobe but she's currently on sabbatical so rarely had to show her face to colleagues and students.
The "comming out" was an experience in itself. When do you start to tell people? A 37 year old's first pregnancy has the potential for its share of complications. You meet with a genetics counselor and review your entire family tree's worth of any potential genetic conditions, your partner and you rhetorically ask the question- what would we do if we learn of chromosomal-based or otherwise abnormal pregnancy?
15 week milestone: We were really sweating the results of the ~15th-week non-invasive tests results-- woo hoo! Chromosomal probabilities were in the order of 1 in 3000 - 6000. Surely beats the odds of complications from CVS or Amnio.
Now we can start telling people. Actually 3 people already knew: mom's sister and best friend... and a colleague in my department who... well... has wisdom and or experience for seemingly every situation. Oh and mom's dept. chair(s) who had to do the scheduling for the coming semester.
For some reason it was nearly 2 weeks before we told mom's parents (cute 2 1/2 year old nephew speaks to grandma and grandpa "I'm going to have a cousin!")
I agonize a week longer and finally phone my brother. Quick pleasantries and congratulations and the deed is done. Not sure why I dreaded telling people. Mom next- that just seems appropriate-- my mother was aching for us to have children -- was of course thrilled. Dad followed no more than an hour later.
Grandmother and grandfather round out the obligations. The rest can spread. I get some congratulatory emails and cards from my family.
It really adds a lot of excitement to a house hold :)
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