Trying to Breath and not Pee Your Pants.

You're 11 Weeks Pregnant. Your fetus, about the size of a large lime, measures about 1.75 to 2.4 inches from crown to rump and weighs about three-tenths of an ounce. About now the rapid "swooshing" noises of the heartbeat may be heard using an electronic Doppler device. Fingernails and external genitalia are showing distinguishing characteristics, and the baby is swallowing and kicking, although you still won't feel it. Your uterus is almost big enough to fill your pelvis and may be felt in your lower abdomen. You may also be seeing changes in your hair, skin, fingernails or toenails.

OK this is normally the time of year I wake up every couple of hours to hear my wife taking her noise spray so she can sleep. Well, now that she is preggers, she can't take anything. So she is up most of the night blowing her noise, or running off to pee. I know you hear about the pregnant woman having to pee all the time, but this is crazy. She is peeing out stuff she hasn't even drank yet. Its nuts. Trips anyplace have to include the directions to the nearest potty. Life is going to be interesting.

I'm not sure if this happens to other fathers, but I am really excited, but also scared out of my mind. I just finished reading the book Home Game: An Accidental Guide to Fatherhood, and it was great, but scared the poo out of me as well. Lots of interesting tips, but also events that I really hope I can deal with half as well, or just avoid all together. Specific section that comes to mind is the fathers child gets sick, and the mother is no place around, so he has to help her. They are away from home, so he has the child visited by a new doctor, he says its chicken pox, and writes out many things to make the child better. Father is all proud, and happy. Mother comes home. And asks him a million questions that he did not ask the doctor. Mother takes child to another doctor. That doctor tells them the first doctor does not do children, and most of the meds are not ment for kids. It just makes me wonder, what role will I really have? And if I have a girl, will my role be even less? Am I just going to be that big man who keeps all the evil boys away? Am I just the money changer? Lawn Mower? Man who THINKS he is funny, but just makes them not want to bring their friends over to play? How much am I going to screw up this first kid? I guess time will be the judge.