Bringing Up Blastocyst

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Folic acid has replaced merlot.  Hot dogs are temporarily banned and strange things are happening in my body.  Clearly, this means we’re having a baby.  Woofabbityhoo!  Woot!  Woot!  Lalalalalalaaaaaaa!  A real, live, human baby.  Holy cow.  He/she already has fingernails, working knee joints and body fuzz.  Although we’ve officially graduated from embryo to fetus-hood, my favorite scientific term from the stages of development remains blastocyst.  Baby Blastocyst is doing just fine and our initial shock is quickly transforming into total delight.

Oh yes, and complete and utter terror, naturally.

Rather than a cute pet name like Muffin or Peanut or Baby Lawrence, we’ve opted to refer to our little blastocyst as Roger Mathews.  It’s both stately and allows him/her a strong sense of individuality.  Roger was definitely in our future plans, and a not-so-secret incentive for moving to the US.  But even we didn’t expect him (her?) to come around quite so quickly.  I am due nine months to the day after JD arrived in America.

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Our reaction to finding out was nervous laughter and a slightly awkward hug.  We were fourteen-year-olds saying goodnight at the end of a date.  It just seemed too crazy.  One minute – as far as we were aware – there were only potato chips in me belly.  The next minute, there was a blastocyst.

I’m doing my very best to avoid the clichés all expectant parents use, but I suddenly understand why they use them.  This is miraculous.  We do really only care that Roger is healthy, be (s)he boy or girl.  We are excited to talk about nursery decorating and discuss books about when to feed babies spinach and – most importantly – design Roger’s first Halloween costume.  We are thick in pre-parent nerdville – and it’s fabulous.

Holy cow.  Holy cow.  Holy cow.  We’re having a baby!

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2 responses to “Bringing Up Blastocyst”

  1. Sherri says :

    Holy cow! Congratulations! Will be fun following you two through this next chapter too. All the best!

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