As an expecting father of my second child (11/11), something clicked this weekend. I’m officially locked-in now.
After seeing 6 kids under the age of 5 playing around Saturday afternoon, I became insanely excited for K2 to arrive. The “older” ones were like, mini-adults. They formed sentences when they spoke, they had their own opinions, and they ate dinner without adult assistance.
It was hard to fathom with Munch being 1 and just learning how to use a spoon, but those days are just around the corner. That night, I opened up our weekly pregnancy email (for the first time, in a while) and re-engaged.
Head to heels, your baby now measures about 13 1/2 inches. Her weight — a pound and a half — isn't much more than an average rutabaga, but she's beginning to exchange her long, lean look for some baby fat. As she does, her wrinkled skin will begin to smooth out and she'll start to look more and more like a newborn. She's also growing more hair — and if you could see it, you'd now be able to discern its color and texture.
I forgot how — real — all of this is. Then, I looked at the calendar: October 5. 30 more days. Has Wifey been pregnant for 8 months already? Christ, where have I been?
Anyone else expecting a baby in the next month or have advice on what I can expect with baby number 2?
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