The baby is also about the size of a kumquat. Or the size of the head of a hammer, if you go by Tarzan’s pregnancy guide for dudes, which I prefer to do.
Day 70. 10 weeks, or in the 11th week. However you want to confuse yourself. Of course, this is going on the 40-week (10 month) calendar from the first day of the last menstrual cycle. If you count from conception we’re 14 days less far along, give or take 7 days. Yup.
But, since this is how most people seem to count, and it’s the one that gives us the “highest score”, I’m sticking with that. 2 more weeks til we’re in the second trimester and worrying is supposed to decrease one notch. Supposedly.
Things to worry about this week
Seems like things become more exciting and more worrisome each week. Esther picked up a cold in NYC while we were there, which has me worried about H1N1 (sigh). It’s the only wild card in this that there isn’t a whole lot of “it’s normal, it’s okay, this always happens” in the literature. Because, of course, it’s a new thing that people don’t really fully understand yet, and also because flus (and their accompanying fevers) are potentially pretty dangerous if you don’t do everything you can to keep temperature down.
But, a cold is not a flu. And colds are totally fine. I sort of annoyed Esther this morning with my meta worrying that the cold might actually be (or become) a flu (it doesn’t help that the CDC and other health resources are so vague about the symptoms… how are you supposed to relax when coughing a runny nose are signs of a life-threatening illness?), but of course she’s not worried and I know that she not only has all the information, but is also a bigger worrier than me. So, I shouldn’t worry, right?
I’m not worried.
My way of coping
I’ve been thinking a lot about how I’m handling this pregnancy by over-saturating myself in information. Being in the huge minority on the babycenter birth club forums. Reading every baby-related book in site. Making long lists of things to avoid, symptoms of problems, myths, fallacies, and misleading studies only to throw them out once I’ve memorized them.
Esther is going through one of the most amazing, scary, and potentially fulfilling events of her life. It’s happening INSIDE her. I’m outside. And yet I want to know what’s going on. I want to experience some of the amazement, some of the scariness, and as much of the fulfillment from the process as I can. So that’s why I’m acting like this, I think. It’s just an observation, not sure if there’s any significance beyond that. But I do notice that this is not normal behavior. How do other fathers-to-be cope?