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Day 250: day care fsa

Each year, the company makes us look over our work benefits and decide which benefits we want to keep, which pre-tax spending accounts we want to deposit money into, and things like supplemental life insurance.

This year is the first year that I’ve had to actually consider the Dependent Child Care FSA.  It would be a pre-tax account that I could put money into directly from my paycheck to help pay for child care.

From an informal poll of child care costs from my co-workers with children, the cost of actually sending a child to a day care is something in the ballpark of 20 hojillian dollars.  That’s a lot.  That’s way more than I’d be putting into a FSA.

So, I waived putting any money into it this year.  Our child will just have to deal with actually being cared for by us, I suppose.

Or we’ll just have to pay for it post-tax, if we sell our house.  And kidneys.  Or I can fake my own death and Katie can collect on the life insurance policy?  The options are limitless!

Day 235: ultrasound pictures

Behold, our baby in fuzzy black and white!
(Click the pictures for bigger versions.)

feet

Some feet!

face

A face!  It’s sideways, with the top being to the right.  You can also kind of see a hand above the face, like the baby’s waving.

 

body

This one actually looks like a baby!

Day 233: ultrasound

Today was a pretty amazing day.  Most of the day was relatively normal.

I went to work.  I closed some bugs.  I wrote some loose storylines.  I ate a Rueben.

But then, Katie and I went to the hospital and I got to see my baby in the grainy black and white world of the ultrasound.  I got to see its head, its brain, its arms and legs, even its spine!

There is definitely some kind of organic being growing inside my wife.  It was awesome and unbelievable and a little scary.

The only thing our unborn child didn’t want to show off were its naughty bits.  So…we don’t know a definitive answer on the big gender question yet.

I’ll put up a scan so you can look at it and pretend to be as enthralled and interested in it as I am, although that can’t possibly be true when it’s not your baby (and probably even less interesting for those of you who already have one or multiple children).

Still, seeing its spine?  That was something else.

Day 219: yellow

Katie and I went to see Yellow Face tonight, which is a play about Asian-American racial identity, among other things.

It was interesting.  I don’t spend all that much time thinking about the fact that I’m an Asian-American, and I haven’t really dwelt on the advantages and disadvantages that this label/community confers, but I do feel like I’ve always been aware of it my entire life.

That, and a recent splashy Newsweek cover article labeled “Is Your Baby Racist?” got me thinking.  How much of my Chinese heritage will I impart onto my child?  How much can I?  How much should I?

Ideally, I’d like to give my baby the best parts of being an Asian-American and spare him or her the worst, but is it really up to me to decide which is which?  Do I even know?  And how good of a teacher will I be anyway?

As I’ve grown, I’ve felt less and less Chinese.  I hardly speak the language anymore.  I can’t read it at all.  I can’t speak too intelligently on most Chinese culture and history.  When I visit the country itself, I feel like a tourist, not like I’m returning home.

But that doesn’t change the fact that it’s a part of me, that I was born there, that I lived there for the first four years of my life.  I like that I’ve Chinese, I’m proud of it.  I guess I’m just not sure what it actually means to me or my unborn child just yet.

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