this is from the 25th so that makes her 7 weeks in this photo. we haven't been taking many of these because every time i try to, Cherlyn says, "no, that's not the baby, i'm just bloated." so if you want more pictures, bug her about it.
one thing that's great is that she farts.
i fart a lot. i've been called "The Gasmaster". maybe there's something wrong with me. maybe it's because i'm a psuedovegetarian. i don't know, maybe i just need to take some Beano. anyway, Cherlyn's always been pretty cool about me being a farter. often she laughs. i think she used to play fart games with her Dad and siblings when she was younger. so that's wonderful. even better now that she farts herself.
i think farting is necessary, even crucial. if you hold it in, you're just going to feel worse. let it out; bust ass and be free.
whenever she farts, we high-five. when i started trying to congratulate her, she was skeptical and annoyed. she just wanted to fart in peace without any sort of celebration. she's warming up to the idea now, or at least she's acquiesced to participating in the high-fivery. maybe next time i post a picture, it will be of us high-fiving after she farts.
i can't think of anything really clever... me-doula oblongata? i don't know, i saw the blog we follow a few days ago and it was titled epi-doula or something and i thought i could one-up them, but i can't. mid-wife? how bout the whole wife? ...
so we decided to have a homebirth.
i don't think there was any doubt really in mama's mind. just seemed natural, like that's the way it's supposed to happen. i guess i just didn't think about it all that much. i figured whatever works is cool. but then we watched the Business of being Born, and it really made it very clear to me that homebirth is the way to go, if you're into that sort of thing. if you're a take me to the hospital kind of person, or if you're "at-risk" then by all means, go to the hospital. but we think it's safer and cooler to do it at home. you're more in control, you're more in touch with what's happening. and i'm kinda spooked by all the drugs they pump into you to try and get you to pop the sucker out in time for the doctor to go home and have dinner. no drugs!
we've interviewed two midwifes, and i think we've made our choice.
now we have to come up with the 4 Gs to pay her.
time for papa to get a jobbyjob.
Cherlyn got out early today to go to the doctor. i got there a couple minutes late, cuz i'm a lazy bastard, but i did bring her a hard boiled egg and some fruit to snack on. she filled out the paperwork, and i told her to check no for drug and alcohol addicts cuz that's none of their business and just cuz i was a lush doesn't mean i'm going to be a bad parent. well, maybe, but anyway, it's too late now. they gave us some more dates for future appointments and i wrote them down, even though Cherlyn was writing them down too. the books i'm reading say that i'm supposed to show up to the doctor's visits with questions prepared and note taking shit and i don't know what the fuck is going on. they just ask her a bunch of questions and look at me like i'm in the wrong building. then they sent us to the lab and they drew 4 tubes of blood from the preggers and sent us home. we're interviewing a midwife this afternoon too. i guess i'm supposed to have a barrage of questions ready to show her i'm involved. better start reading the chapter in Dude's Guide To Pregnancy, "What the $^%& do you ask the Midwife chick, bro?"