Holy moly

13 days between posts. That’s got to change. But … it’s a function of relatively little happening. Critter is growing. Ms is growing. Critter is making Ms’ belly do incredibly creepy things. But it’s mostly about waiting right now.

The First Purchases

Well, we’ve done it. We’ve started outfitting. There’s little to report. It was painless, even fun.  I think the only issue I’m having is with the registry. I hate registries, but that’s not the problem. The problem is that everyone seems to be saying “ask for lots of diapers!” but we don’t know which diapers we’ll like, which ones will fit Critter best, how long he’ll be in a given size, or even the rate at which diapers will be … consumed. Which reminds me: the dogs love poop. If they get their grubby little paws on a used diaper, the consequences will be dire.  Anyway, this is a reminder that it’s an organic process. The child is not a mechanism. He doesn’t have standardized parts or behaviors. All that makes planning, other than in a very broad sense, almost impossible....

What dreams may come

So this is weird. Last night I had a dream. A protection dream. That’s … well, ok it is actually unusual, but it’s less unusual than it used to be. Evolution ftw or something. Anyway, in the dream, Ms and I were at the mall. She was looking at shoes, I was looking at ties. A man—a creepy, pale, balding man—walked up to me, placed his hand gently on my forearm, and told me he had herpes. So I freaked out. I swatted at him and started yelling, “Oh my GOD, are you KIDDING ME?! Now I have to go tell my pregnant wife that I’ve been exposed to herpes!” And then I woke up. Strange anxiety. Very...