Wednesday, January 28, 2004
Sore back, pounding headaches, nausea, short temper and that is just how I feel. What I am referring to is some of the symptoms of pregnancy and in case you haven't noticed just about everyone around town has a bun in the oven.
I don't know if it was an extremely cold fall or the blizzard of 2004 we had, but look for the population of Sunnyside to grow by leaps and bounds over the next year.
My wife, Wendy, and I found out last Friday we are expecting a new bundle of joy. This will be our third child and our first in eight years.
I am excited, despite the eight-year span between children. A third child still fits within my master plan of having our children out of the house by the time I am 50. Yes, I know that plan is about as reliable as a $3 bill, but one has to dream.
The beautiful part of all this is I really don't do any of the hard work for nine months. For now, I am just a support system, here to rub bellies, feet and sore backs.
All I know is our third baby better be a girl. I need someone on my side in the house. My other two children are boys, and dads, you know how it goes. Sure, we are the fun parent. The one who gets down, wrestles around on the floor or ends up coaching whatever sport our kids want to play. But when it comes down to crunch time, our boys abandon us to side with mom, who usually babies them too much. Yes ladies, coddling is not a good thing when your son is 9.
It is always interesting to see the difference in pregnancies. When Wendy was pregnant with Tyler she couldn't walk outside the house without throwing up. But she breezed through her pregnancy with Ethan.
It is going to be different with three children. I honestly don't know how it will be dealing with having to carry our child around wherever we go, taking care of baby bumps and bruises, giving baths, feedings, waking up in the middle of the night and of course the ever popular diapers. I just toilet trained the other two-I am only kidding, boys.
But there are rewarding times with children. I love a lot of things about babies, such as watching them smile, the way they smell, or falling asleep with them on your chest. There are memorable times like the first time your young child walks or says I love you. Children are nothing short of "cool," they just occupy a lot of your time and make you lose all your hair.
I have a lot of admiration for women. They do a lot of the hard work a man couldn't even come close to handling, like carrying a child for nine months. I have to be dying now to even step foot in the doctor's office. But women, they work right up to the delivery date, go in and have a baby and then go right back to the every day happenings like it was nothing.
The most interesting part I have noticed about pregnancies is that despite all of the pain and discomfort a woman suffers during pregnancy, and of course labor, is forgotten by mothers once their child enters the world. Women are very forgiving individuals. I would certainly harbor a grudge.
Wendy provided some memorable moments with our past pregnancies. Besides the vomiting part with Tyler, the day right before she gave birth to our oldest son Wendy went into labor. She laid face down in our bed and didn't move for a solid day. And like a good husband I went and rented a video she could watch. The next day I went to work, while she was still lying face down in the bed. Within 30 minutes of being at work, Wendy called me saying we needed to go to the hospital. I got back to the house and there she was standing at the door, bags packed, coat on, ready to go. It was just like you see in some of those movies.
Ethan, on the other hand, was a piece of cake. He was born on my birthday, Valentines Day. Don't ask me how that happened. He was the best birthday gift I ever received.
It might be a few years between children for Wendy and I, but we're looking forward to it. It will be exciting. There is nothing like a newborn baby to spice up your life, and they certainly do.
But one thing is for sure, next time there is a snow storm like there was earlier this year, we are renting a movie.
. Mike Kantman can be contacted at (509) 837-4500, or email him at firstname.lastname@example.org