When I formally announced on this blog that we are expecting I mentioned that the new addition would be a source of new blog material. Interestingly enough the fact that we are expecting has created new blog material from our now four-year old son.
My wife brought home a bag full of maternity clothes last week. She opened the bag in the kitchen and began pulling out tops and pants to show to us. She pulled out a top and our son says “Mom, that looks like an apron for cooking”. My response, though maybe not appropriate in retrospect, was to laugh. Her response was to promptly declare that the top needs to be returned! Gotta love maternity clothes.
Babies are tiny and as we age we get bigger at least that’s how it works to a toddler. My son doesn’t yet grasp the fact that the growth curve flattens when a person is in his/her 20’s. My father’s birthday is coming up and I told my son that his grandpa would soon be 65. My son’s response “Wow, sixty-five! Papa’s going to be a giant!”.
“Advanced Maternal Age” – that’s our label with this pregnancy. We are obviously still able to reproduce but we are past the mythical 35 year mark which causes us to be of advanced maternal age. Being of advanced maternal age opens the door to the exciting world of genetic testing because of increased risks for specific types of birth defects that are more common in those of “advanced age”… You’d think we were about to join AARP by the label. I know I’m not going to be the youngest father in the birthing center when we deliver but I don’t think I’m going to be the oldest in recorded history.
The genetic testing and counseling stuff is scary. It’s amazing that any child is born healthy and without severe defects. We spent the better part of one day with a counselor relating our ethnic background and reciting our family health record back many generations. My wife had to give some blood and get an ultrasound to determine the risk, not the presence, of potential birth defects.
Fortunately the results came back leaning towards low risk but the more you learn the more scared you become. Maybe ignorance really is bliss!