Kelli has been doing all the “blogging” but I figured I would throw a few in there before Baby Murthy gets here! Last week was quite an adventure. I found out the week before last that I had to go to Boston for a meeting with MIT Lincoln Labs from June 4-6. With it being so close to Kelli’s due date, it was not something that I wanted to do but at the same time, didn’t have too many choices. My company is quite flexible and will do what it takes to get me back if Kelli does go into labor. Also, Kelli finished up school this week after a long, tiring, stressful school year. I think she is finally worn out, like an old sweater, and is ready to get out of school. I guess if I worked 10-hour days, 8 months out of the year, I would be slightly tired as well. Moreover, I don’t see how a pregnant woman works an entire school year without taking a single sick day. She needs another tattoo, next to her flower tattoo, that says “Bad Ass” on it!
My Pregnancy Observations
As this is my first pregnancy experience, I have observed certain things that I find funny, annoying, and very interesting. Lets start with the interesting. I am amazed at the child development process. Kelli sends me these weekly updates providing info on where the baby is at in terms of growth, size, development, etc. This in addition to the progress seen in the sonograms is pretty amazing. First, every expecting couple needs a sonogram machine at home. Along with my queso waterslide, the homemade sono is on my “To-Do” list. Also, being an electrical engineer, we have the ability to design, develop, test, and see results. But we know each step in the process and how to impact the results. Watching my baby grow from a tadpole to a full size “being” is extraordinary because no human can synthesize the process. I mean, how does all of the development really happen?
Next, our dog, Allie, “knows” that we are having a baby. Either she is super smart, has really keen senses, or knows that a bigger belly means baby. These days, she seems a lot more protective of us, the house, etc. At night, she will sleep by Kelli’s bedside before coming to her bed. Allie also follows Kelli wherever she goes. Either she is exercising her Catahoula instincts or protecting the mom and little one.
Annoying
From my recent observations, I have determined that pregnant women don’t become moody, hormonal, irritable, or emotional by choice. These are mostly environmentally induced reactions. Sure, there are times when a 6 pound object in their midsection may cause some discomfort and irritation. But the environment consists of people who rub the pregnant belly in public like it is a magic lamp, discuss breastfeeding while discussing weather, comment that the pregnant lady looks bigger every day, and constantly ask “How do you feel? How much weight have you gained? When are you due? How often do you pee? Do you have hemorrhoids?” If I were in my wife’s shoes, I would be fired up all the time! Kelli, you do an excellent job in maintaining your sanity.
Funny
I find it pretty funny that the doctor said our baby should come out with A LOT of hair! Baby also seems to have a good-sized nose and large eye sockets! First, when I was born, I pretty much had an afro! Next, I have been told, in various conversations, that I have big eyes (and naturally, a large nose being Indian). It’s nice to see our baby has some paternal traits!
Overall Experience (Before the birthing event!)
As I was telling Kelli the other day, I have been pleasantly surprised with the last 9 months. I have heard from other men, whose names I will not disclose, and read in magazines that their wives turned into Griselda on Steroids once pregnancy hit. Ok, ok…maybe not that bad. But overall, the whole experience has been excellent. Yes, I have been busy with doing more of the house things but what’s a husband for? Also, within the last few months my excitement has really picked up. It’s hard to get super excited 1 month into it.
And in comparison to wedding planning, ha. I’d have 50 babies (Easier said than done as I am not giving birth) before I go through the wedding planning process again. The wedding itself was great. Don’t get me wrong. But the 9 months that led to it were a royal beating.
That is all from the Dad. I will write again soon!
I found her all nice and cozy on the couch...without my permission. Did I make her get off...NO! Daddy is not home. :)