A note to Debbie...

I just wanted to slip this in here...

The first post I made, I didn't submit until Debbie had read it. I wanted to make sure she'd appreciate my writing style, and that I didn't step on any toes. Anyway, after the first one, I just tried to use my own discretion, and be real about the whole thing. Usually, she reads my updates, giggles a few times, and says "Nice, baby! That's good stuff." This time, she had a critique. She says, "My tummy wasn't all that flat before..." in answer to the previous post. Well, I'm just a touch confused by that. As I remeber it, she was dead sexy, and still has a good bit of it going on.

So, I say to you, Debbie:

Let them read of the delusions that my love for you inflicts upon my eyes and memories. You were already beautiful, and now you simply glow. I don't care what your reality tells you, mine says I'm the luckiest guy in the world. In my reality, I didn't exagerate in the least. If I'm crazy, its the best crazy I can think of.

Oh, and you're still dead sexy.

Deb's tum tum, strollers, car seats, diaper bags, and more...

First up, several of you have been wanting pictures of Debbie at profile so you can gawk at her belly growth. Without further ado, here we are:


Some of you may have wished that we had a good before shot, but we never thought about it, and I just don't have any profile pictures of Debbie other than this. Before she got pregnant, her tummy was pretty flat. Hell, I wish I had a before shot myself, but more for comparison of cup size, I mean dang, they're, well, you know what, never mind, I'll probably get in trouble...

Anyway, she's definitely getting the prego pooch, and it's cool, because Connor is moving around a lot now. I felt him kick just last night! That's a weird feeling the first time around. I think the little guy is going to be an athlete based on what Debbie says about his activity. According to her, he may be a boxer. I'm just glad to know he's got some spirit.

In other news, it's pretty difficult for a soon to be Mr. Mom to find baby stuff that a man can be comfortable with. Fortunately, the industry must recognize that there are more stay at home dads, because not every thing is fru-fru, but the cool stuff is few and far between. I finally found a diaper bag that looks a little more like a man-purse than a clown's hip-sack. Eddie Bower to the rescue! Seriously, the baby stuff industry (that's a technical term) needs to step it up for us dads. I can't believe how much pink, Winnie the Pooh, princess crap, plain ugliness, and generally effimenant products there are. No wonder baby boys are often confused with girls, the poor little buggers have to ride around in pink strollers. Speaking of strollers, we've found one of those, too, and it actually looks cool!

See, there is such a thing as a cool stroller! It looks like something Timberland made, I love it. I'm still fighting with figuring out how to put the dang thing in my truck. There should be a place that does nothing more than tell people how to install this stuff. I can't seem to get the base to install properly, and not using the base leaves the car seat all floppy and stuff. My airbag turns off like it should, but it just doesn't seem secure. Even after following directions from the car seat, and my truck's owner's manual, it still doesn't seem right. I think Connor would be more secure in a tank bag on a motorcycle. Whatever, I'll figure it out.

Many people have been asking what our nursery theme will be. Why must there always be a theme? I don't know if Connor will like animals, cowboys, firetrucks, or even ballet. Why buy a bunch of stuff the kid won't recognize, only to have to get rid of it once he's old enough to tell us he hates it? The room is already baby blueish, and we're throwing a lot of browns around, and a little orange. That's our theme. I'd like to put up some shapes and such, as well, but the nursery has no traditional theme. Just blue, brown, and some orange, and a few geometrical figures. As a matter of fact, some good friends of ours down here in Gulfport recently graced us with a cute onesie (sp?) that reflects the so called theme rather well. Thanks, Sam and Lish:


So, we're more and more ready as the days pass, and I'm more and more excited! Maybe we'll at least have the junk we need, if not the experience. Either way, I'm sure Debbie will make up for my deficiencies, and I'll take up any slack of her's (as if she slacks, haha, not Deb's!).

Soon to come, speculation on Connor's good looks! Debbie and my baby pictures will be up next. From what I've seen, he'll be a dang cute baby, but he might be a bit gangly in middle school, and he'll probably be the whitest little boy the world has seen in some time...

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Ultrasonic Cojones!

So, I sat down to get another update together, and You-Tube was down, and wouldn't let me access my videos. I thought I'd wait until it was up again, and then I got hit with a massive school project. Well, You-Tube is up again, and our latest ultrasound is ready for viewing. Last night, as I discovered this, I was happy that I could now make a new update, but I was up to my neck with this school project I mentioned. It really got me thinking. What exactly am I doing, while people are wanting me to talk about our Baby Boy to come? I'm playing with crayons, basically.

Yep, while I'm contemplating becoming a father, and wondering about all the things I'll get to teach my son, I'm actually playing with crayons. How ironic is that? What's better, I'm paying to do this.

Alrighty, well, enough about me and my deficiencies. We're going to have a boy!!! Yay! I wasn't holding my breath one way or the other, but I am very very happy. My name may live on. Also, Debbie thinks she'll be better at dealing with a boy. I'm not sure why, but I agree. Maybe it's because she can handle me so well. Well, on with it:

Look Ma! I has Balls!

Connor is very happy to meet you all, and fortunately he is not quite old enough to be embarrassed by all of you peeking at his parts. Yep, we're stuck on Connor, and that's pretty unlikely to change. It looks as though he will be Connor William, in fact. Debbie and I actually kicked around the idea of using Connor Wilhelm, but nobody seems to like it but us. Either people tend to think we intend to torture our son (it's a middle name for crying out loud, gimme a break!), or we are starting up the Fourth Reich. Ah, well, for the sake of our son's sanity, as well as our own, I suppose we'll be using the contemporary spelling.

Oh, and to those of you who continually harass my wife to take profile shots, so that you can see the progress of her tummy growth, rejoice! She has folded! I really don't understand why I have to be so careful about how I refer to her new body-type, but other people can blatantly ask to see a bulging belly without getting backhanded. In any case, I think I'll take the first picture tonight, and I may have it up in a couple of days. One day I hope to understand the intricacies of womanly insult. In the mean time, I just keep my mouth shut. That is unless I'm telling her how awesome she looks, and that she's the most beautiful woman ever, and the baby belly only makes her more appealing, and no, Jessica Alba ain't got nothin on you, and your dang right you still do it for me, and Of Course! I'll be happy to do the dishes, rub your feet, clean the house, mow the lawn, get a degree, and be Mr. Mom! Yay, you're awesome! ( I think I'm allowed to say all of that kind of stuff. I almost got by with calling her a cantaloupe smuggler the other day, but it was a close one.)

For now, I need to get back to my crayons. Cheers, all!

Update tomorrow

We had an appointment today, big news.  I'll get a good update done tomorrow.