So, here goes...

My first blog entry...

Hi. I'm Stephen, and I'm married the coolest person in the world. Her name is Debbie. More than likely, you know us, or you wouldn't be here. I'll write as if we haven't met, for all the people who stumble across this. Sometime, not too long ago, we began talking about having a baby. Actually, it was more my wife talking about a baby, while I curled up in the fetal position, and shook in fear. I've always wanted to have kids,... one day. It was never 'today'.

She practically broke me. I knew I couldn't hold out forever, and clocks do tick (how are clocks relevant?). Besides, if we continued to wait for a better financial situation, or more free time, we'd be 80. I began to make myself stay out of the shaking fetal position, and pretend I shouldn't need diapers for myself. I tried to pretend it would be alright. I even got careless with birth control techniques, and I knew I was doing it. Suffice it to say, it worked.

I couldn't be happier. I can't wait! I can't believe that I'm excited, and not horridly crippled in fear. I surprised the crap out of myself, and I think my wife. I went mad calling friends when she told me. I wanted to tell everyone, and she had to restrain me. I'm not scared, much. Even the baby shows my wife asked me to watch are entertaining, now. It's a bit freaky, because I never expected myself to react this way.

Don't worry. I still want my beer (although it's much harder to get now). I still like motorcycles. I think that Darwin forgot to check the demographics and note the number of stupid people that actually survive. When a short pair of shorts walks buy, my neck does not seem to respond to my commands. Video games are cool, and so are power tools. My testosterone is intact.

That being said, I'll be honest. I wear the pants. Debbie picks them out, and tells me which ones to put on, but I do wear them. I'm not a pushover, I'm just not stupid enough to believe otherwise. Besides, it's probably for the better.

So anyway, we are getting things together, and preparing for what I am calling a loosely planned pregnancy. We have some books, the internet, family, friends, people who have decided that they are our friends, and flat out strangers, all to give us advice. In fact, I could make an entire entry about the advice we've been given, if Debbie will let me post it. There is no shortage of information, or resources. I'm pretty sure that we'll be just fine. As long as we can manage to endure the onslaught of attention, repetitive answering of questions, and "Things you need to know..." comments, we'll make it. Actually, that's part of what this blog is about. Hopefully, when an event occurs, I can make a nice entry, telling all about it, and tell the stories a few times less.

If you want to know what's going on, remember this url. Things are different; busier. Everything is great, and if we haven't called, or come over, it's not because we are avoiding people. We are simply trying to prepare, and relishing in the free time we manage to get.

Aha! Debbie has made it home. That means I can get the ultrasound pictures that she has been taking to work. We have a bit of video, too, but I need to edit it a bit. Lemme get started on the next entry.