My Thoughts on Child-Birth

Well we've entered what I guess is the 9th week of the pregnancy, just above 7 months left until we welcome the newest member of our little household. Sometimes it sinks in really hard, it did at the ultrasound. In fact the ultrasound was a really great day, and I've gotten very frustrated at my lack of ability to make it to the followup to come, because I'm obessed with seeing the kid. I can't wait to meet him/her.

I'll admit that I thought pregnancy would be alot less traumatic on the whole family. I'm a wreck of nerves and anxiety. I link lot of it to apprehension about Rhonda's pregnancy-related illness, we've made one late night trip to the emergency room already, and tonight she's mentioned visiting again, which leads me to beleive that I'll likely be visiting her again tommorrow night or later. The nursing types take no chances on these things, and I can't argue with it because I'm glad she's taking care of her health. But I'm a little phobic around hospitals, and so even the smallest issue is blown up in my head.

So I worry about Rhonda and the baby. I also worry alot about Tai. She's got this world of potential. Smart, rabidly artistic and pretty to boot, she's poised to take over the world if she wants to, and the way she dreams to live, she's gonna need to be a conqueror. But we find difficulty with her and school, our work schedules have made it hard to get her in extra-curricular and I think she's suffering a bit socially and personally.

I know that a large part of it is to stop worrying and take some control of the situation, and in some respects I try to, but in others I wonder at my place and ability.


In other words, don't marry fast and get pregnant fast. You can understand someone if you talk long enough, we just needed to talk more first. Marriage is good, pregnancy is hard damn work... especially if you're the one carrying the little munchkin.