Week 10

Well, we met your obstetrician last Wednesday. Nice bloke, respected clinician and - most importantly - experienced deliverer!

Naturally, he couldn't tell us much about you at this stage - but one thing he did manage was to finally sort out precisely what stage we're at! We've had a few frameworks and indicators giving us conflicting ideas, but its now confirmed: this is week 10.

We've also booked in for the week 12 ultrasound on August 14, and I'm insanely excited about that! If we get any digital souvenirs of the event, I'll be a-posting them.

Your poor Mum is currently learning how terrible a cold can be when pregnancy precludes the use of all those delightful pharmaceuticals. However, being the resilient type, she's bravely soldiering on.

Hmm ... I wonder if I even need to tell you about this. Perhaps you already know. Perhaps you're snuffling away down there too, sneezing in sympathetic symphony with your Mum. That's quite cute ... in a stricly "I'm glad I'm not sick" sense.

Normalisation

Hey there, kiddo.

I was feeling somewhat guilty that I haven't written anything here concerning my experiences as a father-to-be for the past four weeks or so. But the funny thing is - there haven't really been any such experiences. Yes, Mum's morning sickness is ticking along nicely, thank you. And yes, we're discovering the joys of Baby Target during a 20%-off sale. But otherwise, life has slowly regained the steady pace of the mid-first-trimester waiting game.

Of course, there's still the constant, rapid-fire attack of non-specific excitations, anxieties and hysterical episodes - but that's nothing particularly out of the ordinary!

According to the collective wisdom of the various baby-type websites that both Mum and I have been frequenting, your eight-week-old self looks a bit like this now. Wow ... quite human, eh? ;)