At 0749, 09/28/2011, the third of my eponymous three women officially made her appearance. It was interesting to hold her for the first time, but the whole "life-changing moment" thing is a bit overstated.
I'm sure a fair amount of that has to do with having a severe sleep deficiency. Probably the whole working the second day, and running all over the place the third part had something to do with it, too. Or maybe I just have ice water in my veins. I have it on good authority (I Love The 80's!: Strikes Back) that is the case with anyone who doesn't cry during Field of Dreams.
Beyond that, though, it's that we'd already had a name (for longer than she's been around), been talking to her all the time, getting to see her twice a week, showing off her pictures and enjoying making her roll around and kick. Well, I liked the last part, anyway; the beloved was a little annoyed by it at times. Frankly, she was more interactive before she was born. She used to perk up and squirm when I talked to her. Now all she does is sleep, poop, and cry (thankfully not that much of the latter). And while I didn't think I would ever say it, she really does look like the ultrasounds.
I think we get 9 months to come to grips with the end of the world as we know it (Leonard Bernstein!), and if you use it to get up to speed, there's not as much whiplash to it.
Or maybe it just doesn't hit you until diaper number twenty.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
09/26/2011
Less than 48 hours away from seeing my first child. Well, seeing her in something other than black and white or sepia, anyway. My co-workers insist that I'm excited despite my insistence that I'm merely ready for this whole trip through prenatal hell to be over with. I suppose I might be looking forward to holding my baby a little bit. Maybe.
Unfortunately, my tendency toward procrastination has once again reared its ugly head. My crib conversion is not completed; there are piles of unsorted baby stuff; and I'm still finding random tools in random places. On the bright side, subtracting time for our last OB appointment, boarding the dogs, a hardware run for the bassinet, a haircut and a final pre-kid dinner, I'll have almost 5 whole hours tomorrow to work on getting the house ready!
In other news, at some point today, ETSU's admissions committee reviewed my application file, hopefully resulting in an approval for matriculation. We'll find out by Monday, but I see another wait list on the horizon. Just because things can never be easy.
Unfortunately, my tendency toward procrastination has once again reared its ugly head. My crib conversion is not completed; there are piles of unsorted baby stuff; and I'm still finding random tools in random places. On the bright side, subtracting time for our last OB appointment, boarding the dogs, a hardware run for the bassinet, a haircut and a final pre-kid dinner, I'll have almost 5 whole hours tomorrow to work on getting the house ready!
In other news, at some point today, ETSU's admissions committee reviewed my application file, hopefully resulting in an approval for matriculation. We'll find out by Monday, but I see another wait list on the horizon. Just because things can never be easy.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Old post
The start of my affair with Theseia:
I've just got in from my shakedown cruise with the Jeep of Theseus. It was without a doubt the most laughably miserable shakedown cruise of my life, and that includes the Lake Superior voyage of the Argos.
I started out with the safari top configuration, which was fine for the first 20-30 minutes, at which point it decided to come out from underneath the little track on the driver's side rear. So I pull over and pull the top down. Which, by the way, was really fun.
New Jeep
July 5, 2009 at 1:22 amI've just got in from my shakedown cruise with the Jeep of Theseus. It was without a doubt the most laughably miserable shakedown cruise of my life, and that includes the Lake Superior voyage of the Argos.
I started out with the safari top configuration, which was fine for the first 20-30 minutes, at which point it decided to come out from underneath the little track on the driver's side rear. So I pull over and pull the top down. Which, by the way, was really fun.
Continuing on, I reach the bottom of the mountain, at which point I start noticing sprinkles on the windshield. So I pull over again, and put the top up. But by the time I'm done, the sprinkling is no more, so I do not put the top halves of the doors or the side and rear windows on.
Big mistake. About a mile past the Cumberland county line, more sprinkle start to show up, and they turn to rain, which proceeds to get heavier. At first I think the windshield wipers will take care of things, then realize they do nothing for the inside. Now, I'm driving with my head out the door watching the center line and trying to keep from crossing into the other lane or pt it in the ditch.
Eventually I find a place to again pull over, put the top halves of the doors on, take my top T-shirt off and wipe the inside down. Then, once home, I have to put the rest of the top back together in the pouring rain.
But, the Jeep is still a winner. Even if it's owner's fortune is not.
Big mistake. About a mile past the Cumberland county line, more sprinkle start to show up, and they turn to rain, which proceeds to get heavier. At first I think the windshield wipers will take care of things, then realize they do nothing for the inside. Now, I'm driving with my head out the door watching the center line and trying to keep from crossing into the other lane or pt it in the ditch.
Eventually I find a place to again pull over, put the top halves of the doors on, take my top T-shirt off and wipe the inside down. Then, once home, I have to put the rest of the top back together in the pouring rain.
But, the Jeep is still a winner. Even if it's owner's fortune is not.
New blog!
Since Google+ doesn't have notes (quite possibly my favorite part of my soon to be frozen Facebook account), I am dragged kicking and screaming into the blogosphere. So, with thanks to Bob Dylan for my title, here I am. I sort of doubt that anyone will actually be coming here, but that'll just make me like 90% of the other blogs. I'll adsense it anyway, though. I need as much money as I can to keep my women happy, after all.
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