- I've woken up the past couple of nights thinking about things I haven't thought about in over seven years. Like: when little baby boys get circumcised, Vaseline has to be regularly applied for a couple of weeks to their you-know-what. I'll be doing this. Again.
- I have calculated that I will be 55 when this child leaves home--assuming he is reasonably competent either as a student, extremely competent as an athlete, or has some mad plumbing skills. I have done the math several times. It doesn't change.
- I am clearly still somewhat in denial about this whole thing. How else to explain the mundane manner in which I've spent my remaining days as a two-kid Dad? If I had really internalized what is coming in less than 48 hours I am convinced I would have taken a surf trip. Or tried to finish a painting. Or started harmonica lessons. Something.
- I am at least very excited for my wife to stop snoring. Ever since month nine arrived she has been like a chainsaw attacking fresh timber--every night. I'm sure she's looking forward to my not-so-subtle "love kicks" that temporarily wake her up enough to stop. Our couch is comfortable but I miss our bed.
- This little dude is very active in the womb. Watching Jen's tummy is like watching a hopped-up squirrel in a balloon. I told her to lay off the Dr. Pepper's.
- Related to the above item... The little man's hyper "activity" has renewed my previous pregnancy paranoia that I will be the father of a child who is the human equivalent of the voice of Alvin the chipmunk. After two relatively calm children I fear I am due.
- I've forgotten what poopy diapers smell like.
- It would be a nice change of pace to have a baby with dark hair, like Jen. So far my hair genes are kicking Jen's hair genes butt. There is a part of me that is proud of this.
- The wife is a serious trooper. She does more around the house and with the kids in one day, all while carrying the equivalent of a bowling ball around her middle, than I do in most weeks. We husbands are pathetic.
- I am an excellent burper. And I can usually get the baby to belch too.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Random thoughts with two days to go...
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You don't have to mess with Vaseline if your OB uses the Plastibell ... Of course, it isn't your choice (which I still don't understand) it's whatever your OB's method of choice. I made William research the whole thing - I figured that was his department.
Sorry to add to what you already think about your unborn, Stinky was CONSTANTLY moving around in-utero and he is very high maintenance. At least you already have 2 others to help keep Baby-Blanco entertained!
I myself have forgotton the poop filled wonders, but I still have a son who every so often forgets to flush the toilet. Does that help?
Terra, we ended up getting the Plastibell (didn't even know that's what it was called) too. It's much more convenient, but looks painful. Doesn't seem to bother the little bugger though.
So far (fingers crossed, please God!) Wesley has been a very mild, low-key fella. Perhaps he got it all out in-utero?
Pete, that does not help. And the memory is coming back...
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