{"id":1225,"date":"2008-05-01T01:45:35","date_gmt":"2008-05-01T01:45:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost:8888\/wordpress\/?p=1225"},"modified":"2024-09-27T14:43:13","modified_gmt":"2024-09-27T18:43:13","slug":"fetus","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dsnotebook.me\/index.php\/2008\/05\/01\/fetus\/","title":{"rendered":"Fetus"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve only obliquely discussed the impending addition of a third kid to the Brannan fam on the blog. Part of that is despite our broad e-mail and phone broadcast of the news awhile back, we were waiting to tell a few folks less directly connected to us. Although I doubt they have access to the blog, I wanted to be sure. But I think everyone who needs to know knows now, so it&#8217;s no longer off limits.<\/p>\n<p>All has gone well so far. Apparently the Mrs. now qualifies for &#8220;advanced maternal age,&#8221; so we&#8217;ve had a few more tests this time around. Thus far, everything points to a normal pregnancy. Today we scheduled a sonogram for next Wednesday. If the little fetus cooperates, we&#8217;ll have some news regarding pink or blue that day.<\/p>\n<p>People have been asking me since we shared our news whether I was pulling for a boy or not. The easy answer is I&#8217;m hoping both mother and baby make it through nine months safely and it&#8217;s too late to do anything about it, anyway.<\/p>\n<p>But, as you all know, I am a thinker, and I&#8217;ve devoted some time to the subject. To be honest, I&#8217;m a little fearful of the prospects. With the first, everything was a bit of a blur since it was all new and we were busy putting things together, painting, buying stuff, going to showers, etc. The second was a breeze, and knowing our plan was to have three, no pressure either way. For #3, everything is a blur again, but for different reasons. We&#8217;re chasing #1 and #2 around. I know it&#8217;s a marathon and not a sprint, so I don&#8217;t obsess about the details as much.<\/p>\n<p>When I do think of it though, I find myself pulled in different directions. A boy would be awesome, no doubt. I will strive to treat my kids the same, knowing no matter how hard you try each kid will be treated slightly differently, but let&#8217;s face it, there&#8217;s something about having a boy as a man that is special. M. and C. can bat their eyes at me to try to get what they want, but a son will be happy to go outside and play catch with dad for hours at a time. One day he&#8217;ll be happy to sit next to me watching a game, not talking about much other than the game.<\/p>\n<p>And that&#8217;s when the fear comes in: I don&#8217;t want to treat the third differently if it&#8217;s a boy just because it&#8217;s a boy. I&#8217;m sure it&#8217;s not something I need to spend too much time worrying about, because whether my kids are swimmers, soccer players, or captains of the chess team, I&#8217;m going to support them in their activities. But I don&#8217;t want the girls thinking I enjoy going to the baseball diamond more than going to their events. If I show a little more enthusiasm for tossing the football around than going to a choir recital, will the girls never be able to find a stable relationship because their dad neglected them?<\/p>\n<p>Probably not. But the thought has crossed my mind.<\/p>\n<p>So, basically, I&#8217;m way overthinking it. Besides, I have the girl thing down. The teenage years are going to be an utter disaster anyway, why not add one more girl to the mix? And I may not be capable of producing a boy anyway. Or my wife&#8217;s body might fight off all the little boy sperms and accept only girls. In other words, it&#8217;s out of my hands and I&#8217;ll just hope everything continues to look normal next week.<\/p>\n<p>But if we do find out it&#8217;s a boy, I&#8217;m totally buying a little Mario Chalmers jersey when I visit Kansas City next month.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve only obliquely discussed the impending addition of a third kid to the Brannan fam on the blog. Part of that is despite our broad e-mail and phone broadcast of the news awhile back, we were waiting to tell a few folks less directly connected to us. Although I doubt they have access to the blog, I wanted to be sure. But I think everyone who needs to know knows now, so it&#8217;s no longer off limits. All has gone well so far. Apparently the Mrs. now qualifies for &#8220;advanced maternal age,&#8221; so we&#8217;ve had a few more tests this time around. Thus far, everything points to a normal pregnancy. Today we scheduled a sonogram for next Wednesday. If the little fetus cooperates, we&#8217;ll have some news regarding pink or blue that day. People have been asking me since we shared our news whether I was pulling for a boy or not. The easy answer is I&#8217;m hoping both mother and baby make it through nine months safely and it&#8217;s too late to do anything about it, anyway. But, as you all know, I am a thinker, and I&#8217;ve devoted some time to the subject. To be honest, I&#8217;m a little fearful of the prospects. With the first, everything was a bit of a blur since it was all new and we were busy putting things together, painting, buying stuff, going to showers, etc. The second was a breeze, and knowing our plan was to have three, no pressure either way. For #3, everything is a blur again, but for different reasons. We&#8217;re chasing #1 and #2 around. I know it&#8217;s a marathon and not a sprint, so I don&#8217;t obsess about the details as much. When I do think of it though, I find myself pulled in different directions. A boy would be awesome, no doubt. I will strive to treat my kids the same, knowing no matter how hard you try each kid will be treated slightly differently, but let&#8217;s face it, there&#8217;s something about having a boy as a man that is special. M. and C. can bat their eyes at me to try to get what they want, but a son will be happy to go outside and play catch with dad for hours at a time. One day he&#8217;ll be happy to sit next to me watching a game, not talking about much other than the game. And that&#8217;s when the fear comes in: I don&#8217;t want to treat the third differently if it&#8217;s a boy just because it&#8217;s a boy. I&#8217;m sure it&#8217;s not something I need to spend too much time worrying about, because whether my kids are swimmers, soccer players, or captains of the chess team, I&#8217;m going to support them in their activities. But I don&#8217;t want the girls thinking I enjoy going to the baseball diamond more than going to their events. If I show a little more enthusiasm for tossing the football around than going to a choir recital, will the girls never be able to find a stable relationship because their dad neglected them? Probably not. But the thought has crossed my mind. So, basically, I&#8217;m way overthinking it. Besides, I have the girl thing down. The teenage years are going to be an utter disaster anyway, why not add one more girl to the mix? And I may not be capable of producing a boy anyway. Or my wife&#8217;s body might fight off all the little boy sperms and accept only girls. In other words, it&#8217;s out of my hands and I&#8217;ll just hope everything continues to look normal next week. But if we do find out it&#8217;s a boy, I&#8217;m totally buying a little Mario Chalmers jersey when I visit Kansas City next month.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[26,14],"class_list":["post-1225","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-family","tag-parenting"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dsnotebook.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1225","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dsnotebook.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dsnotebook.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dsnotebook.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dsnotebook.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1225"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/dsnotebook.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1225\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15192,"href":"https:\/\/dsnotebook.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1225\/revisions\/15192"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dsnotebook.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1225"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dsnotebook.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1225"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dsnotebook.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1225"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}