I haven't really felt like blogging much during Cheri's pregnancy. It's not that the pregnancy is going poorly. Cheri's doing well, and from what we can be told, the baby's doing well, too. The due date is November 13th.
At the beginning, I thought I'd be punching in updates multiple times a day. The opposite desire took hold, and I actually felt like keeping things quiet. I believe this is due in part to my wish not to solicit advice. At least, to avoid people chiming in more than what I get everyday.
I say this now because it's amazing what people tell you when you're expecting.
The medical establishment: "You've got congenital diabetes. You're at risk. Not that we know what the risk means. Just eat right. Whatever that means. Come back in a week. Or call us tonight if something feels weird. But not on Saturday. We're not here. Your doctor is booked up for the rest of the fall. Another doctor may be available. She doesn't know you, but you should get used to that. Let's check you in and monitor you. Okay, you can go home."
Advice sucks.
From family: "Who's going to watch the baby when you go back to work? You need a house. And and S.U.V. And you should quit your job and stay home. Raising a child is tough, didn't you hear? You will be great parents. But you don't know what you're getting into. You say you know, but you don't. Your life is over. Your life is just beginning. You'll never really be ready. Personally, I would have stayed single. Children are beautiful. Children are baggage. Get ready to never sleep again. Children make you stronger emotionally. Quit your job. You need a house. Really."
Again, with the advice.
Nobody knows anything. That's what I've discovered. And somehow humankind survives.
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