Saturday, February 28, 2009

WTF # 1: It's happening.

Daddy Symptoms. I've read about it. Heard about it. Even found it a tad interesting. But hell, I didn't want to have to go through it. I've got serious backache, fatigue and needless to say, I'm right next to Muff when she makes her late night trips to the bathroom. I might even be a bit emotional. It's crazy. Or am I crazy?

Of all the symptoms, my backache is the worst. I thought I had strained or pulled something, but the more I read, the more I'm tying it all together. Pregnancy is crazy. And I'm not even the one carrying the baby.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

What week is it again?

Apparently, we're in week 14. I defer to Muff on dates and precise timelines. I suck at that. Women tend to be much better at it. Yes -it's a stereotype, but my wife sure does live up to it. She has a particular knack for feeling (without looking at a calendar) a person's birthday, a couple's anniversary or someone's due date. She even has a particular knack for remembering that very stupid thing I said two years, four months, three days, twelve hours and 36 seconds ago. That's the memory you want. She just knows when and I don't ask how. Hopefully baby pumpkin will have Mom's memory and not Dad's. It tends to be useful.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Hello world: Jan 26, 2009

Over 10 years ago I met Muff. She was a firecracker. The first time I met her she ripped my best friend a new one. I sorta knew then that she had something I liked. Friendship became courtship. Courtship became marriage. We've traveled. We've lived a little. And now we start on a new journey together. It's hard to describe the emotions you feel when a child enters the picture. Especially at the time that it did. It's been a hard few months for me, but this has helped to lift me to a better place. It forces me to think forward. It makes me want to be better. I know it sounds all mushy and stuff, but even when it's this early, you can't help but feel responsible. Responsible for that little pea. That little speck of life on a monitor. Say hello everyone. Baby pumpkin swam when we first saw it. Or trampolined. Whatever it did it was pretty active. And it made us happy beyond belief.

Friday, February 13, 2009

It all started... or sometime around here. The pictures don't do us much justice (muff would say it does us quite the opposite). Looking back it's easy to say we were either too little of this or too much of that. But we all have those childhood pictures hidden somewhere in a closet. And we know they probably won't see the light of day unless God himself broke down the door . Needless to say, we were an item. Or so I wanted to think. I was desperate to catch her attention and she was content with keeping me at bay. It worked out in my favor. Persistence does pay off. Several years of friendship was a good place to start. I recommend it to anyone.