Second Trimester – Week 20 – Day 1
Allright, if you haven’t checked out LIFE OF DAD in a while, thanks for coming back. As you can see, we have gone through some pretty big changes, and much more to come.
Here is the biggest change…
My wife is pregnant with our second baby! It’s a baby boy, who will be named Tommy! No, not a junior, or a third, or anything because we will have different middle names, but the name Thomas does go back at least four generations in my family. Lucy sometimes refers to him as “Prince Riles.”
Six weeks ago, I started this new blog, called “Dude Knocked Up.” Basically, I was going to start living the life of a pregnant woman, to prove to men how difficult pregnancy really is. Read the first entry HERE.
Well, over the past two months, I was sidetracked, but today, I resume this quest! Lucy is halfway through the pregnancy, so I can totally make it the rest of the way without alcohol and hot sauce, right?
BabyCenter.com will be helping me along the way, as I am now a member of their website, and they send me pictures of how my baby is developing, and what I should (and shouldn’t) be eating, and much more. Damn you, legumes.
The first fake image of Tommy Boy ever.
BabyCenter told me today, in my weekly email update, that Tommy is about 10 ounces, roughly the size of a banana!
What better way to celebrate than with a banana? I’m peeling one now. Ever notice how much easier it is to peel a banana from the bottom? Somebody told me this almost ten years ago, and it was a life-changing day.
Here’s something nasty I just read… Tommy is now producing meconium. What is meconium, you ask? It’s a black, sticky, by-product of digestion, which accumulates in his bowels, and we will eventually see it in his first soiled diaper. He’s going to hold on to this meconium for over four months…what a hoarder!
In this “Dude Knocked Up” blog, I’m living like a preggers in every which way. So that means Tommy is storing this meconium substance inside of me. Yikes.
Today is a big day for me…since I can’t do crunches or sit-ups until the baby arrives, I’m going to try a new exercise called the pelvic tilt (a.k.a. the angry cat). I’ll let you know how it goes tomorrow, as well as trying to explain why I feel so constipated.
In pregnancy,
Tommy Riles (Senior…kind of)