Our Little Avocado

By on August 6, 2016

It’s Saturday (ahem, Dadurday), August 6th, and it seems as good a time as any to get started on this.

On Monday, we’ll be 16 weeks into the pregnancy, and according to “The Bump” app, you’ll have grown from the size of an oWeek 16Week 15range to an avocado.

You’re apparently also beginning to hear us at this point (I’ll be throwing in a lot of Daddy’s and Dada’s into the conversation — never too early to prepare you for your first words!), and this past week, we heard your heartbeat for the first time.

It was incredible, and a moment I’ll never forget.

To say that your Mom and I are excited to meet you would be an understatement, but perhaps as a mechanism to allow us to cope with having so much to do before you’re born, it still feels like the big day’s pretty far away.

Much like with the ultrasound, however, it all gets a bit more real — and feels a bit less far away — when we can hear your little heart beating.

As for how this blog is going to work, each Saturday (or… Dadurday! Not even officially a Dad yet, and I’ve already got the lame Dad jokes), I’m going to post a picture of us and a brief 3-7 second Vine-style video of something we did that day (inspired by the movie Chef, as seen to the left, though I won’t actually be using Vine since it’s a bit restrictive). Obviously, until you’re born they’ll just be ones of your Mom and me, but we’ll try to get some shots of your current home (i.e., Mom’s belly) whenever she’ll allow it.

I’ll still post other things throughout the week, but the pictures/videos will be strictly done on Saturdays — over the course of 18 years, that means we’ll get 936 shots, or just over 45 minutes worth of three second videos. I think that’ll do.

Of course, the big question is when will I share this with you? I have absolutely no idea. I like the idea of waiting until you’re older, but how old exactly, we’ll just have to wait and see. Hopefully we reach a point where I just feel the time is right.

It is Saturday today, but I’m going to hold off on taking this week’s shots until later tonight — your Mom and I are headed to Toronto for a Sturgill Simpson concert (enjoying our freedom while we can!), so we’ll get some fun ones while we’re there.

We can’t wait to meet you, whatever-your-name’s-going-to-be (Josharoo? Joshette? Joshola?).