Week 17 - Cousins and Calming Trips

Dear Baby,

This week, your third cousin Dylan was born to my second cousin Christle. You needn’t worry about this second and third business, because you’ll probably just call Dylan your cousin and Christle your aunt. I call Christle my cousin and her mom, who is actually my first cousin, once removed, my aunt. The technical terminology used to describe a relationship often has nothing to do with what you call a person, and that’s okay. But I hope you’ll forgive your father’s dorkiness and the fact that he can actually use the appropriate terminology when prompted. I am a fountain of useless information, and while that might get annoying at times, just think of the potential practical applications when you’re trying to come up with one last bullet point for some obscure topic you’re writing about for school. Right? Right.

You’re now weighing in at about seven ounces, and you’re four to five inches long. Your brain is on, something I can’t always say about myself during a typical weekday. Your nervous system and your circulatory system are doing their business. And so is your uninary tract. (Yay for peeing!) You’re swallowing mouthfuls and mouthfuls of amniotic fluid, filling your lungs with the stuff. And your skeleton is like rubber at this point, most of it pliable cartilage, or so they tell me.

Following a couple of difficult weeks for your mom and dad, this week ushered in a renewed sense of calm that would continue on for at least for a little while. Things were starting to look up on the job front for your mom. And we were making an extra effort to engage in calming activities whenever possible, including a Saturday day-trip to Cape Cod this weekend. It’s my hope that you could feel that sense of peace we had, even while tucked inside your mother. And I dream of the day when we can bring you down there with us (once you’re outside of the womb, that is) because I’d love for you to be able to feel the feeling that I feel when I’m there, standing on the edge of the Atlantic, back where our forefathers made their living for hundreds of years, back, in some sense, home.

Plus, we saw little kids playing in the sand. And they looked like they were having so much fun that we couldn’t help but imagine you with the same giddy look on your face, splashing, and digging, and daydreaming.

Love, Dad