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(Looks like cutting back on sugar is recommended. That’s going to be tough.)
Do ya think it would help or hurt if we went with mousekateer 
Hey, congrats, MM!
[sub]Really grateful it’s her and not me…[/sub]
My sister’s husband is built like a tank, and she’s 5’5". She had to have a C-section, but she and the baby were perfectly fine. And, in the end, that’s all that really matters.
Congrats, and best of luck with everything!
Congratulations.
I am surprised nobody has given you the standard pregnancy advise, so allow me to be the first one (but certainly not the last one):
Sleep. Sleep while you can. A lot.
I don’t know who this person is. I’m friendly with the clinical staff, so I’ll ask around. When I see our regular doctor, I’ll tell him about my interest in using a mid-wife and ask for resources. The Colorado Midwife Association link WhyNot provided is also very helpful.
Mouse_Spouse and I have discused my concern. All this afternoon, Spouse has been flexing his arm muscles and I’ve been shouting, “Ceasarean!” Yep, we’re real mature. 
Woohooo! Congrats! You’re seriously in for the ride of your life :D.
(Honestly, in about a year, you will find yourself saying these words no less than four times a day: “Damn, we have the cutest kid in the world. I bet all of the other parents are jealous because our kid is so freakin’ adorable.” )
E.
Oh, congratulations hon! I’m so glad for you and your husband!
I agree with your skepticism, those “What to Expect” books are helpful in a way, but can also make you crazy with all of their rigidity and rules and could go wrongs. Great reference material when you have a specific question, but TMI otherwise.
I liked Vicki Iovine a whole lot better - she speaks the truth, she’s mellow and she’s funny.
psssst— what, you wanna blow our cover? don’t your DARE let on about the toxo! he’ll go telling his friends and pretty soon, hugely pregnant women all over this country will be fishing out turds! you let HIM do the cat box for 9 months - it’s only fair, given what you’ll be going through (trust me)
I wouldn’t worry too much about this one, as my mom and dad are both average-sized humans, yet my currently petite (5’2") self was an almost-10-lb.-wonder at birth. Mom had to have a C-Section with me and my sister because of our giant heads.
And because I haven’t chimed in yet, Congrats!
And I’m another poster who’s glad it’s her and not me.
Yet another wonder of the wide world that I was completely unaware of.
If your kid(s) ever get hamsters, I expect interesting things.
Two books I can recomond if you can find them.
Baby Taming a very funny guide to what to expect when you bring the new mouse home, and What not to Name the Baby. This is a very funny look at different names and their “effect” on the child.
Congrats, and best of luck.
Aw, who couldn’t love a Mouseling?
Congrats Mama Mouse!
Another book recommendation. Obviously, we Dopers all Believe In Books.
I am not now, nor have I ever been pregnant, but I did read and enjoy Kaz Cooke’s Up The Duff, or as its known over there, Bun In The Oven. She’s a cartoonist and columnist and a bit of a femmo, and just talks good sense.
And, of course, congrats!
This is probably a good place to share my theory:
People who wonder if they will be good parents will probably make better parents than those who never even consider that question.
Want the horror stories now, or shall I wait?
I’m a hefty 5’8", badkittypriestess is a delicate 4’11" and the boys were big even tho…
No, no. Where’re my manners? Congratulations first, stories later :smack:
Congratulations! Woo hoo!
Mazel tov! (Or maybe Mousel tov?)
After the Hormones Set in:
I’m remembering that far side cartoon with the farmers wife in the backround with a psycho knife and in the foreground the 3 blind mice are saying “sounds like the farmer wife has really flipped out this time.” Substitute lab setting as appropriate.
Did the MouseSpouse have a more logical reaction than Middlebro?
As I’ve recounted around here several times, SiL didn’t want to believe that they’d gotten pregnant “so early”; she’d read statistics that “on average” couples take two years from when they start trying, so she actually expected to take two years; it was a hole in one instead. Once she finally got it through her mind that “if you’re not pregnant, I’m a guy” (said by a female ObGyn), she called Middlebro, aka The Proud Daddy.
He was at work, he’s a construction site manager, giving instructions to two of the guys. Bzzz bzzz bzzz, seeing it’s from The Wife, he answers:
“yes honey?”
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“NO FUCKIN WAY!”
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“But that’s impossible!”
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“Really? Oh wow”
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“OK! See you tonight!”
And hangs up. At which point the other two say “congratulations, Daddy, what are you going to call it?”
One of my mother’s cousins has hypothiroidism and had to spend her pregnancy in bed rest (which doctors are a lot less likely to order nowadays); the result is now in her tweinties.
Both my bros were summoned, the Catholic way: I told God I wasn’t talking to Him again until He sent me that li’l sibling I’d been asking for for two years, apparently He figured he’d send two just in case. He sent them two years apart and they aren’t any weirder than the rest of the family
So, what are you going to call it? No misspelled names, please!
Can we get that embroidered, in bumper stickers and carved in wood?
First us, now you! Congrats!
You done got knocked up real good, kid! heh…
Congrats!
Brendon
Congrats.
So will you be calling mouselet “Mr Jingles?”