Fireworks and the Book

I think The Wife might have had a spell of nesting yesterday. Either that, or the every-few-month time where she looks at the piles of papers she's allowed to collect at the side of her bed and decides they're precariously close to falling over and crushing a cat. Anyhow, she found the book and I've started reading it. It would have been a really cool way for her to tell me. No wonder she was bummed.

Earlier this week we were to meet with a representative of ADT who was going to give us an offer on a home security system. They didn't show and called 90 minutes later to apologize, some story about calling the wrong number to request they dispatch someone else when he realized he wasn't going to be able to make our appointment. I told them to hold off and we'd think about rescheduling. Sure enough, 5 minutes after his call, two calls in a row from different numbers at Alarm King. I'm sorry, but that's a cheesy name for a company. Makes me think of Homer's "Mr. Plow" company. But I'm not sure... I did request information directly from ADT. Is that who they referred? Some company in another county? If so, lame.

For the second morning in a row, we've been woken up by idiots lighting off fireworks. I don't know why. But if it keeps up, I'm going to call the Sheriff and say that someone's lighting off fireworks or shooting a small caliber gun, but that it's probably fireworks. We know exactly who it is. And we're disappointed because they're the only ones in our neighborhood doing renovations and expanding their house. We were kind of hoping that we were riding the forefront of change buying in this neighborhood, the only one we could afford, but most people seem to be content to stay, often 5+ in a house, instead of realizing there would be serious money to be made if they'd move. But we have The Puppy (getting bigger every day) and we'll ultimately get the security system and a fence out front. We still have a few months.

Let me tell you...

From The Wife's brother:

Congratulations on the baby!! Now you can feel and know my pain!!! HAHAHAHA!!!!! Just kidding. Yes, it will be a little overwhelming and quite the lifestyle change...but you're gonna love it. You'll spend countless nights sitting by the crib waiting for the little bugger to go to sleep.Then when he/she does...you'll spend many more hours constantly checking on them....then rechecking...then checking again...and the 2am feedings are great..then when they start to eat you have to worry about the choking...and they will choke. And it'll freak ya out. Then there's all the things lying around that can hurt them...In the cupboards, on the tables, on the floor.....oh so much fun. I've done it twice....and wouldn't change a thing.You will do great I'm sure...if ya need some advice, just gimme a holler...

That the world may know...

I feel really guilty that I've been unable to tell some of my closest friends yet, most specifically one person who is like a brother to me. It's a strange mix of odds, superstition and the desire to not let it consume our communication that we don't tell everyone. It will be the biggest thing in our lives, but we don't want it to be the only thing. And even when you are happy for someone, six, seven, eight months of waiting with them, waiting for them, sometimes seems like forever. It's not that they do anything wrong, but we just watch from the sidelines going "Haven't they been pregnant for over a year now?"

Fickle Tummy

Things that are good one day aren't the next. Apparently Panda Express, a food The Wife got me hooked on, is a place I'll have go alone for awhile; it's no longer appetizing. Worse yet, last night at the store she bought ingredients for a low-calorie breakfast meal and took the time to prepare it last night... cheese, eggs, sausage, bread cubes so that this morning it could be popped in the oven for 30 minutes and then we'd have a nice breakfast, replacing my usual cappucino slimfast and her, well, not sure what she's been eating now that she can't have slimfast. But I got it out of the oven and she declared that it didn't smell good and that she wouldn't be having any. I feel bad about how my part in the process is almost non-existent but that the part for her body is probably 15 months minimum of being non-normal.

Gettin' serious

The Wife is now reporting more "queasiness." She doesn't want to say nausea, she doesn't think it's at that level yet, just queasiness. The gag reflex is also more pronounced, so she cancelled her dentist appointment.

The Wife told her entire department of six. I thought she was just telling her bosses, but she told the entire group. So I told a few more people than planned. I told my boss' boss and my direct boss. My boss' boss had a really cool reaction, wanted to pray for us and told me about the efforts it took for him and his wife to have kids (basically as soon as they gave up, it happened.) And then I told my other boss. He's engaged to someone in the department who is my project manager one day a week and they're good friends, so I had to tell them both because it wasn't fair to tell him and then ask him not to tell her. He thanked me for not making him carry that burden. Then I told a co-worker who has a 8-month old. I prefaced it with the fact that I wasn't telling people yet. There was no one else in the office at the time, but I pulled out the ultrasound and she did the most amazing thing: the biggest yell/squeal/cheer of joy and surprise possible but without any actual sound coming out. She threw her hands to her mouth immediately and there was no sound. But she was hopping in the chair with excitement. I want to tell more people like that.