As of last Saturday, the baby is now in its 8th week. So far, the wife is still showing the usual signs of a healthy pregnancy. Morning sickness is still moderate; the usual nausea, fatigue, craving for certain kinds of food…etc. The wife has even indicated that the clothes are fitting a bit tighter, although she is not showing yet. By then end of this week, the baby will reach its first milestone. It will go from being an embryo to being a fetus or foetus (not sure which is the official or correct spelling.) Up until now I didn’t know that there was a difference between the two. I figured that they were just two different words meaning the same thing.
Although I still don’t fully understand the physical differences between an embryo and a fetus, by my readings I have basically assessed that an embryo is a term to describe the first nine weeks after conception, and “fetus” describes the period from the ninth week up until the time of birth. In Japanese, there is only one term to describe an unborn baby , taiji, so its all a bit confusing.
Physically, the baby now looks more human (for a lack of a better term). Face, hands, body, feet, etc. are all visible now. So I guess the embryotic/fetal distinction relies on its physical attributes more than anything.
As for myself, I’m not too sure if its really politically correct to keep referring to the baby as “it”, but until I know it’s sex, I guess that’s what I will have to do for now. And speaking of sex, as time goes on, I have a harder time imagining that this child is going to be a boy. My thoughts, imagination, dreams or whatever you want to call it, all revolves around the premise that this child will be a girl. I know this is not good for myself or the child (if it turns out to be a boy) and I am trying to accept that it might be a boy. But I think when we do finally find out it will be easier for me to adjust.
Last night the wife and I were watching a tv show about an American couple raising four boys. The kids were all completely out of control and so the couple had to hire a nanny from England to observe them and tell them what they were doing wrong. I’m far from being a expert of child raising, but it didn’t take a seasoned parent to figure out that the parents didn’t know what they were doing. The father was completely spoiling the kids, the most shocking thing I saw was the father giving the four year old coffee!!! I just wanted to pull him out of the TV screen, slap him a couple of times, and say “Are you stupid??!!” Its no wonder why the kids were hyperactive. Caffeine and sugar to a four year old; c’mon please use common sense!
Anyways, the wife goes in for her third sonogram tomorrow. When I get the print, I will scan it and post it here.