Why I'm Not Worried

I have to say that, other than the initial feeling of shock after finding out I was pregnant, I haven't really been worried about the idea of having a baby.  Maybe that's because it's such a huge thing that I can't even begin to decide what to worry about.  Or maybe it's because of the time I spend with kids now.  In the time I have spent with them, here is some of what kids have shown me I don't need to worry about:

- Eating things off the floor.  Or from the art supply cupboard.  In small amounts, it hardly ever makes you sick.  

- Tantrums that result in lying on the floor, kicking and crying.  Eventually, they end and the child gets up.

- Not eating anything at lunch other than a Cheese String and a Joe Louis.  Not great, but not the end of the world either.

- Keeping a child amused.  Apparently, my sense of humour is not that different from that of a small child.  Dropping things = funny.  Dropping more things = funnier.

- Finding lost stuff.  It's always in the place the child says he looked for it "really hard."

- Being patient.  There are students I have had to redirect more than 25 times in a 80 minute period of time.  As of yet, no one has ever been strangled. 

- Finding the humour.  Because yelling "We do NOT throw snowballs at peacocks!" is kind of funny, when you take a step back.

Someone told me that it wasn't really fair, that this baby had it easy because I was already broken in.  I'm not sure that will be entirely true, but at least I have a running start.    

15 Weeks of Glory Del Faucher

I've been waiting to write an update until I was able to say "I'm finally feeling GREAT!", but sadly, that's still not the case.  So, suffice to say I'm still waiting and now I'll move on.


Names
As a teacher, picking a name for a baby is really hard.  Names are all associated with a particular child or a particular personality trend (weird, but true -- ask any teacher).  Since I know that, it's always been really important to me to make sure that when we choose a name for this baby, we keep it to ourselves until the baby's here.  No one's going to have much to say about it then.  So until then, we needed something to call this baby. 


When I was around 9 weeks, I had a dream that I was at church and the baby was there (I couldn't see it, but I knew it was there) and her name was Glory.  When I told Jahn, he said he'd been thinking we should choose a name that was distinctly Albertan.  I start thinking along cowboy lines.  "You mean, like, Wyatt?" "No" he answers. "I was thinking more like Del Faucher Fawcett."  I die laughing.   Del Faucher was a ridiculous, off-colour, but pretty funny cowboy entertainer we met at our friends' stag and staggette party last spring.  And so that baby was given a working title.  It requires a little explaining, but cracks us up and has the bonus of being (probably) worse than any real name we would actually choose.


What Worries Me
Other than being down about not feeling well, so far, I'm not too worried about raising a baby (maybe that will come).  There is one thing I'm worrying about, though.  I know there's probably no correlation, but I've been thinking about how I've felt so far during this pregnancy and wondering if any of it tells me anything about the personality of the baby.  If, in some weird way, it does, here's what I may have discovered:


- The baby will like bland, "normal" food and eating at regular intervals.  Intervals of about 7 minutes.


- The baby will like routine.  Small deviations = throwing up (and crankiness)


- The baby will like to be pampered.  Soothing baths.  Massages.  That sort of thing.  (The only time I may or may not have felt the baby moving was as I got a massage.  Hmm. . . .)  


- The baby will cry often and for no reason.  Or maybe that's just me.

The little belly at 15 weeks