Hurst's First – An Adventure in Having a Baby

Hello There, Baby

The Hurst kid waves hello with its ginormous hands.

It’s weird for me to imagine having a kid.

Not because I’m a derelict who is afraid of the moment, it’s just that I don’t have something growing inside of me; I don’t have to change my eating and drinking habits (oh, Lord, do I have a drinking “habit”?); I feel the same; my body isn’t changing.

I just don’t have the restrictions that Suzanne does, nor do I feel different. She’s not completely, 100 percent, totally showing, so I just have to rely on her and what she says to remind me that we’re having a baby.

But there are the small moments when I do get to see it.We had a three-month check-up yesterday with our new doctor in Long Beach and she was great (for me, I didn’t have her hands near my genitals. Ask Suzanne if Dr. C has a smooth touch). The good news was that Dr. C had a student with her, so she was overly thorough in looking at the ultrasound (again, for me. I don’t know if Suzanne wanted another woman looking at her naughty bits).

If I could, I would just hook up an ultrasound next to Suzanne at all times because that’s the only way I can, for sure, see our kid. Can you think of how fun that would be? I would also be tempted to use it on myself and say things like “Look at what I ate for lunch!”

Our doctor, though loved the fact that our kid – sex to still be determined, and no we haven’t even talked about names yet – was so active. It was squirming around like a fish out of water. Maybe Suzanne ate something spicy for breakfast.

The doctor also was excited about how big our kid’s hands were. Maybe because Dr. Chao is slight in stature, so any hand looks big to her. Or maybe she just got done watching a midget eat a sub sandwich.

But hearing that was a relief because it will save our kid from a certain line of work:

The best part, though, was that the child was active, moving and everything – ribs, spine, heart – looked good. It’s one of those scary moments each time the ultrasound is hooked up when you hold your breath, hoping that the kid is alive and moving.

The baby looks kind of like Skeletor. Hopefully in six more months it won’t.

That’s another reason I’d like to have an at-home ultrasound at all times. If Suzanne sneezes violently I would put that goo on her stomach and then look and see that the baby is fine. Oh crap, I think I’m going to be one of those parents that makes their kid wear a helmet at all times. Even if they aren’t mentally disabled.

It is kind of cool, though, to see a human being moving around inside my wife’s belly. It’s like watching a real-life version of Alien.

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