On November 5th 2012, my wife gave birth to our first child. During the pregnancy I decided that I would write about the experience. Every week since I have documented all of the events that took place throughout this time, along with my thoughts on them. Now that I can confirm that our baby is happy and healthy, I will share those thoughts with you.
Week 7 – The Baby is Already Affecting Date Night
The dizziness, nausea and cravings are going from cause for panic to semi-minor manageable annoyance, and on top of that her flu has gotten better. So that means that we are finally ready to have a real date night for the first time since I injected life into my poor wife. Just in time for our first second marriage anniversary too (the first was in California for us, the second was in New York for everyone else to say they were there)!
We weren’t going to take any chances tonight. Dinner and a movie would do just fine. Things would actually go about as well as I could have expected. No nausea over any food, no dizziness during the drive there, no extended bathroom breaks. There was only a little panic over the realization that the idea of eating chocolate now makes her absolutely sick to her stomach, which is the equivalent of Michelangelo getting vertigo at the thought of painting. It just doesn’t add up.
The main topic we discussed during dinner was the idea of opening up a comic book store (one of my dreams) combined with an ice cream store (one of her dreams). We had plenty of ideas on how to get people in the door, where to put it, how to advertise and make money. The main hiccup (as with any business) was startup money. Realistically this will never happen, but the idea still holds up as possible. However one of the things that stood out for me is that neither of us can really get away with leaving our current jobs with steady paychecks and health insurance (the main benefit here), to try to start the business of our dreams. Thinking about it now it is a little depressing know that we can’t take chances like that if we really wanted to. The baby needs a house and food and to be cared for. What we want doesn’t matter anymore. It’s not about us. As I type this however I also find it rather remarkable that something so small right now means so much to me. That my personal dreams don’t really matter as much anymore and that I don’t see it as a bad thing. Like I said, dinner was great.
By her choice, the movie we saw was Friends with Kids, which was a horrible movie, and it further cemented what had been going through my mind for a while now:
Now that we’re having a baby, every bit of entertainment we watch together will involve babies.
When we were engaged, it seemed like everything we did or watched somehow involved weddings. I became very familiar with all of the wedding TV shows, of which there are a lot (Rich Bride Poor Bride is okay, but Bridezillas drove me crazy). “I Love You Man” was on all the time. It got kind of ridiculous.
The same thing is happening now only with pregnancy. Two of the main shows we watch now are Raising Hope and Up All Night. Suddenly Knocked Up is constantly on. Now I’m at the movies watching Friends With Kids, with a poster for What to Expect When You’re Expecting right next to the theater door. Can this really be just a coincidence? Most likely. The problem however is that like the wedding shows, they confirm all of the worries that she already has. How hard is it to get back into shape (specifically downstairs)? Will we fight a lot after the baby is born? Will we ever sleep again? Do babies really shit all over the place? The answer to these questions is very, yes, no and yes in that order.
So after the movie we need to head to the drugstore to pick up some prescription medication for Jess. Normally her pills cost around 5-10 bucks after insurance. We get rung up for this 30 tablet prescription. 128 dollars! “Did you include our discount?,” Jess asked. “The woman at the counter replied, “Yeah, you saved 90 dollars.” NINETY DOLLARS? This kid hasn’t even started to exist yet and it’s already costing us money. 30 tablets at $128 means each dosage is $4.26. That means that if we wanted to sell these things on the street we’d have to ask for five bucks per pill just to make a profit. These things better make Jess see things in her head. Kind of a sour way to end our night out.
Well at least I’d be sure to get a little action right? It was our first second anniversary after all, and Jess had been saying she was getting that old feeling back. Well think again. Some combination of the food, the movie, the hormones and the hefty drug price tag got her out of the mood before we ever made it back to the front door. There really is no doubt who owns my wife’s downstairs apartment. I wonder if I can sublet.