The longest and shortest eight weeks

Today marks the eight week mark until Kelci’s due date. Eight weeks until Baby Berto 2.0 is scheduled to join us and make her way into our lives.

I remember this time vividly from before Kylah was born. I remember thinking that it would be the longest, yet shortest eight weeks of my life (well, our lives really). There’s so much to do to finish preparing. We have rooms to decorate and clothes to wash and put away and we get to tell people what her name is.

Her arrival means the change of our world. Again.

Last night I laid next to Kelci and her army of pillows supporting her in various places in an attempt to find a couple hours of comfortable sleep. I laid there with my hand on top of (I almost typed her name here, but my mom would yell at me if she read it here first) Baby Berto 2.0 and felt her squirm, kick and wiggle. And then I felt her hiccup and smiled with the assurance that there was a strong and healthy little girl getting more and more ready to come say hello.


The experience in getting ready for baby number two has been wildly different than when we were getting ready for Kylah. The nursery was already decorated, we already know how to swaddle an infant and our stockpile of wipes is towering. But more importantly, we know how to parent. We know to not be intimidated by cries and how to put a Mickey Mouse Band-Aid on the smallest of bumps. I’m not quite ready for the task of having two. Having an active and growing and curious and patient and kind little girl while also having a fragile and cooing and needy pile of baby girl is going to be a challenge to say the least.

As we head into the final eight or so weeks, I have been working on my patience and my ability to be a more proactive part of the household. Simple tasks go a long way. As Kelci continues to battle “morning” sickness, crippling sciatica and various other aches and pains, I am able to spend time with Kylah and help make her feel special.

When she walked into her big girl room for the first time, she kept exclaiming “Daddy, this is so awesome!!!” Seeing that smile and hearing those words made the weekend of sweat, paint and frustrations so worth it. I’m ready for Baby Berto 2.0 and these are going to be the longest and shortest eight weeks of the rest of our lives.

How’s the baby?

In a word: Growing.

People have been asking how the baby is and I realized it’s been a few weeks. So, here’s the update:

We just crossed 25 weeks. According to the Internet (because I really have no clue, lol), she’s about 13.5 inches long. And judging by the amount of food Kelci is able to eat at a time, that seems right.

We’ve signed up for classes and soon I’ll be watching birth videos and learning about breast feeding. It’s amazing the amount of stuff we don’t know! But that’s part of the fun of all this.

Kelci has been experiencing all the joys of pregnancy full force. Luckily, the morning sickness has tapered off big time. Only once in the last two weeks, which is huge. She gets short of breath just walking around and has to get up about three times per night. All of which I find irresistibly cute.

So, there’s the update. All is good and I can’t wait for her to get here.

Men’s Guide to Morning Sickness

You feel helpless when you hear her in the bathroom. You offer water or crackers, but you’d like to offer her relief. But you also smile because it’s normal. It’s part of the process.

Kelci’s battling morning sickness right now. In fact, she literally is battling right now. But I wanted to offer some coping mechanisms for the guys out there. Let’s face it. Puking, dry heaving, wretching etc… isn’t pretty. But apparently it comes with the territory.

What is morning sickness?

According to the Mayo Clinic, morning sickness can occur any time of the day and is generally attributed to “… rapidly rising levels of estrogen, which causes the stomach to empty more slowly. Pregnant women also have a heightened sense of smell, so various odors — such as foods cooking, perfume or cigarette smoke — may cause waves of nausea in early pregnancy.”

This seems to be just one of the many joys that comes with the massive amount of hormones coursing through her body…

What can I do about it?

Hold her hair and tell her she’s beautiful. Really. I find myself smiling each time because it means she’s normal. She’s pregnant. But I also know she’s miserable, so I want to help her.

Keep some crackers around. They help absorb the stomach bile and also get something back into the stomach after it’s been emptied.

Keep her hydrated. You lose a lot of fluid when you puke. She needs to keep hydrated so she doesn’t cramp, keeps her core temperature down and helps ease the early pregnancy fatigue. I’ve found that ginger beer is also good, since it ginger is a natural anti-nausea relief.

Keep her happy. Her back and tummy hurt from puking, so give them a rub. Make sure you have water and maybe a toothbrush at the ready. Tell her she’s beautiful, even when she’s turned an odd shade of green.

Keep your distance. Sometimes she just wants to be sick. Be aware of when she’s ready for you to leave her alone and be aware of when you should be by her side.

So, there you have it. Be patient with her. She probably doesn’t know what the hell’s happening either.