Well, today was my son’s due date. And….
Nothing.
Well, he’ll be here soon, so I guess there’s no reason for me to fret. It is, however, much harder to wait than I expected!
May 262011
May 252011
Dear Little Dude,
Hey, Little Dude. How’s it going? You haven’t been moving around as much lately so I’m wondering if you aren’t resting up for the big break out. Your mother says you’ve been moving, so that’s good. But I’m still finding it a bit weird that you aren’t kicking around like you used to. It’s okay, I’m not really worried. I’m sure you’ll be fine. Continue reading »
May 222011
Eriko’s due date is “officially” this Thursday. Out of the past few times we went, the ultrasound software said our little guy was due tomorrow except for last week when it said he was due this coming Tuesday.
It’s getting hard to focus on anything.
I am, thankfully, at least able to focus on things to some extent. But still in the back of my mind there is the thought that at any moment he is going to start wriggling his way out of my wife’s body and into this world of ours.
I am equally terrified and excited.
May 212011
Did I mention I got a canker sore on my tongue?
It hurts.
It hurts a lot.
It hurts so much I can barely focus on things that I want to do.
May 182011
We’ve entered the time period which the doctor is saying is optimal for our son to be born. Which, I guess is good information to know, but I worry that by saying that they are putting stress on Eriko to get him out. Almost as if she has complete control over when he is going to stroll on out of her uterus.
Man, using the scientific terms makes it sound all serious and shit.
May 172011
Took a half hour nap after work today. It lasted for two hours, but hey, I’ll call it a half hour nap for record keeping purposes.
It’s amazing how complex our human bodies are. How complex they are adn we basically can get by by taking no care of it. I mean, sure, there are consequences. But people living with complete messes of bodies are still alive.
It’s amazing how strong we are, really.
And yet how fragile we can consider ourselves.
I’m always worrying about my health, even though I’m pretty shabby with the whole exercise thing. Hopefully I can be reasonable with our son. I better be. He’s coming next week. I don’t want to be overprotective and I’m afraid I will be.
Does that put me at risk of not being protective enough?
May 142011
I was hoping that borrowing library books would put a bit more pressure on me to finish the book before I had to return it. That, unfortunately, did not happen this time.
I took out a book on Nintendo that seems quite interesting, but I only made it thirty pages in. I’ve had quite a few distractions these past two weeks, mostly things that I could have not done and read the book instead, but oh well. I can always take it out again another time to finish it.
No use beating myself up over little things.
Or big things, either.
May 122011
Haven’t played a game in a while.
Feel dirty.
May 112011
So.
My son is scheduled to be born in 12 days.
My son will be born in around twelve days.
In approximately twelve days, a human being that I helped create will come into the world.
No matter how I say it, I can’t quite believe it.
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May 102011
Stiff shoulder just hit me like a ton of bricks. I can barely move my right arm.
Well, I can still type at least, so all the important steps are covered.
The drama on right now is about a terminally ill kid. I haven’t been watching it, but in just five minutes I saw him waving with glee at another kid who is not in the best of health though the hospital window to another hospital room across a glorious courtyard.
It’s a nice hospital.
So the kid wants to go see the other kid, but when he asks to, everyone in the hospital tells him that the kid got better and left the hospital.
The other kid passed away.
This and the other drama that I wrote about two weeks ago makes me wonder how much the sadness and suffering of children is worth profit. I mean, okay, that sounds terrible at the base line, but isn’t the driving point for most forms of entertainment this day profit? And if sad children cause profit…
Goddamn.
