blue·ber·ry
n. In both senses also called bilberry.
1. Any of numerous plants of the genus Vaccinium, having white to reddish, urn-shaped or tubular flowers and edible blue to blue-black berries.
2. The fruit of any of these plants.
3. The size of a human embryo at 7 weeks gestation
4. The nickname for our little bundle of joy!
When I first found out I was going to be a dad I was shocked! Things all around me suddenly changed in an instant, like a deer in the headlights staring blankly at this mesmerizing light, too shocked to get out of the way, and wham left skidding across the highway wondering what the hell just happened! It was like that scene in a movie where they zoom in on the main character as the camera moves father away giving the illusion of the entire world imploding around them. That was me. Dumb look on my face, and slight smirk of accomplishment, all none the wiser to the path that lay ahead. It was right around the seven week mark. Mommy thrilled that I'm on board eagerly learning every possible thing she can to help ease my confusion. Like a giant informational sponge, soaking it all in.
It was at the dinner table around lunch when we were discussing how far along she was, what the baby was like at that moment, how big it was, what was being developed, how long it would be before we knew it's sex. Then it dawned on us, Blueberry, it was the size of a Blueberry, so why not call it Blueberry! I agreed that calling it Blueberry until we knew for certain it's sex would be a much better option than calling it... well "it", and eased my mind a little knowing a gender neutral nickname wouldn't result in some deep down identity crisis issues somewhere down the road. Yeah, I know, I'm neurotic, but I'm gonna be a first time Dad, I'm bound to have a few screws loose by now! Blueberry doesn't mind!
