I've been remiss in adding to this pathetic drivel. Life has been busy and the little one isn't even here yet. I'll make up for it by not boring you. That's probably a lie.
So tonight as I attempted to care for MTB by making one of favorite dinners she had the audacity to have a bout of morning sickness. I mean, come on, it was dinner time! I'd say she was just trying to get out of doing the dishes, but she ate barely anything. As happy as I am about this impending bundle of joy I can't stand to see MTB miserable. Of course she is with me so misery is a constant companion of hers. I just can't stand if anything else makes her miserable. Makes me think this caring thing is overrated.
On Monday we had an appointment nice and early to see and hear the baby. I have enough sense now to drive separate and arrive after she is checked in. See the previous posts as to why. We were ushered into the ultrasound room and it began. (Once again, I realized how thankful I am to be a guy. The pains of being a woman are immense.) Up on the screen a small flickering image of the growing baby and it's beating heart appeared. Then the sound of the heart filled the room. The next thing that happened is so unmanly, but if you question my masculinity I'll arm wrestle you; I melted. I was so filled with emotion a small smile appeared. We spent the rest of the day debating how to announce it on Facebook. Nothing is official until it's on Facebook. So the cat is out of the bag. A baby is coming.
I can't wait.
