Last week, at the beginning of week 11, I had my first prenatal appointment with a fantastic midwife, Penni Harmon, C.N.M., at Oregon Health & Sciences University (OHSU) Hospital in Portland. James and I had been anticipating the appointment so we could hear the baby’s heartbeat for the first time.
Already I find myself 8 weeks pregnant. I’m 38 years old, so time seems to fly by faster and faster as I age. Normally, I wish for the world to just s-l-o-w d-o-w-n some. But since the day I found out I was pregnant, I’ve had that can’t-wait feeling every day. The day that I can finally meet my baby can’t come soon enough.
My partner James and I have been together for two years, and since close to the beginning of our relationship, we discussed the possibility of having a child if things worked out well with us. I don’t have any children, but he has a 6 year-old son from a previous relationship and relishes the role of involved father. At our one-year anniversary in January 2012, we decided to officially start “trying” and I stopped taking birth control.
For several months I avoided telling the world I was pregnant, but after gaining about thirty pounds in the first trimester, people who knew me were starting to do double takes.
But what was the right way to tell people that I was following in January Jones and Scary Spice’s footsteps and carrying a “bastard baby” (a term I had heartlessly used several times in recent years) without having to rehash the brutal and gory details of the Jason drama?
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Little Tucker was born at 9:39 p.m. on Friday, August 20th, 2010. The little guy weighs 7 pounds, 14 ounces, and is 21 inches long.
Mom and Dad are ecstatic, baby is still peaceful and snoozy, and everyone is healthy!
Congratulations to the new family from Fit Pregnancy.
Kate Flaim is a freelance journalist and food blogger based in Cambridge, Mass. When she's not cooking or writing, she is gearing up for the arrival of her first child this summer.
Well! Talk about final count-down time... We’ve gotten to the point when an email to Ben asking if he can think of anything else I should add to the registry completion order elicits “A Baby!” in reply. And while I’m still not at that “get this child out of me, stat” phase, I’m certainly getting more uncomfortable by the day. I blame the return of nasty humidity, though I’m grateful that we celebrated our joint-birthday weekend with fabulous weather reminiscent of my home state, Oregon.
The baby and I have been thoroughly, lovingly showered, and man, everyone was right about waiting to buy clothes! I sorted everything by size and type and it fills half the nursery floor.
I keep saying “nine months pregnant” to myself to try to make it seem real. It has made me wonder, though, why society is so stuck on that “pregnancy is nine months long” thing. It’s...not. As we are all extremely aware, it’s ten months. Why the misconception?
My due date is one month from today! Crazy. I’m definitely feeling closer and closer to being ready, at least in terms of stuff... We don’t have much more to do in the nursery, and we’re waiting until after my baby shower (which is next weekend) to finish buying the essentials.
To say that my family is big on books is a laughable understatement. My dad is a university librarian, we didn’t have a TV for much of my childhood, and the circulation desk staff used to cower when they saw us approaching with our giant Land’s End tote of books every Friday afternoon. I am still extremely attached to many of my childhood favorites, and years ago I started collecting my own copies of many of them, along with great new books I stumbled across.