cantaloupe

So we hopefully find out what kind we are having on Friday, big day for us.  The last picture we have was at ten weeks when the baby was about an inch and a half.  Now the baby is the size of a cantaloupe.  Apparently at that size, you can see if there are testicles (my wife may have testicles.)  I am told this will pass.  At this point, I could care less what we are having as long as it is healthy.  I know this is the thing to say, but I am here and that's exactly what I'm thinking.

As for our projects, our windows are done and the demo is done on the master bedroom.  We have a lot more to finish up.  

paternal Nesting part 2 (operation fuster cluck)

So here are a few pictures of our new bedroom

Paternal Nesting

Never heard of paternal nesting?    me either.  I was thinking about this when I was ripping down the ceiling in our new master bedroom.  You see, the baby is getting the perfectly fine master bedroom we are in now.  If that isn't bad enough, we need new windows and a new closet for the baby in the room that was perfectly good enough for its parents as it stands now.  You may think that this is me venting because I don't want to do the work, but you are wrong.  I would have thought the same thing myself about a year ago.  Now, I want the baby to have a perfect room.  The irony here is that it wouldn't know if it was living in the basement in a box as long as it was taken care of.  This is where paternal nesting comes in.

The way I see it now is as follows:

I will be riding in a cart that I rigged my dog to pull and my kid will be driving a very nice electric car that I sold my perfectly good truck for.  We will also refinance the house for his/her college (hopefully a cheap college like montana.)  This is just for the first child that I am excited for, God help the second one.  I now know what happened to them (sorry Heather and Clark.)

This is obviously just joking around and I can't wait to have the kid we are about to have.    

super bird

So no one knows what that title means but me, Britt, and Baily, but I like it.  Baily has a favorite toy and we call it the "super bird."  I watched Britt come down our stairs and tell Baily (the dog) to get "super bird."  No big deal unless you are me.  What I saw is my gorgeous wife coming downstairs and telling Baily to get her favorite toy.   This also is not a big deal, unless you are in my shoes.  This is the first time I really saw Britt showing.  I wish I knew how to express how I feel when this happened but I really don't know how to show what is going on in my head.  This is the best I can do.

Wife is a nice word, I like it and I like having one.  Britt is the best wife I could have ever asked for.  She is everything I could have ever wanted.  That was enough, but to have her give us a child, blows me away.  To watch her come downstairs with a little belly is the best.  I can't remember ever been happier.  I know there is a lot of work ahead but I can't wait and I'll take all the challenges parenthood has to offer.  (Said by a true almost father)  

As dumb as it sounds, I am impressed/excited/moved at the attention that Britt gives the dog while she is pregnant/tired/sick.  Her energy blows me away and inspires me at the same time.   She has not missed a day of work or a day of dance.  Her work didn't even know she was pregnant till she told them when she was in her second trimester.  I know it isn't a contest but she is making me look bad.  My grandpa laughed at me after he asked me how long she was planning on dancing and I told him an hour (he was asking how long into the pregnancy.)

She will dance until she can't and we are still planning on going to the Montana football games until she can't (we already have season tickets.)  She is a remarkable lady and I am very lucky to have her.  We are very excited to welcome a new baby to the family.

PS  We'll know the kind of baby May first if everything goes well

PSS  Thanks for the football tickets Rich

Avacodo

So we got to hear the avacodos heartbeat (as of today, the baby is the size of an avacodo.) We also made the appointment to find out what flavor we're having,  it's starting to get real.  We have the windows ordered, closet plans drawn, high chair put together, crib on its way, and a fake cow on wheels (the dog is petrified of the fake cow.) 

    (Four carpet spots were harmed in the making of this picture.)

 Only four things left to do:

-install windows and closet in baby's room

-remodel master bedroom

-put in master bathroom

-get baby stuff for baby

I'm sure after I get all this done it's going to be a piece of cake.

First Picture

    So Britt is back and so are the updates of where the baby is developmentally.  I get updates daily about what the baby is developing and how big it is that day.  I am used to this by now but every once in a while I step out of the situation and I am amazed by what is going on.  It's hard to believe that in about 7 months we will have a baby that is roughly 6-9 pounds and right now it is only 1.5" long and just started forming the organs.  I love to hear the progression of our fetus related to the size of a fruit and or berry. 
   I know pretty much everyone reading this has been through this, but it is pretty amazing when you are in the middle of it.  On a daily basis, I get updates like, our baby now just formed limbs, our baby just formed ears, or our baby now has brain waves.  It didn't quite hit me until we went in for our first ultrasound.  I was figuring we would see a little blurb because it was only 10 weeks.  This is what we saw

    Now seeing this picture is no big deal, I was prepared for it, I had seen other "fathers to be" go through it and had seen their pictures. YOU WILL SEE SOON ENOUGH.  These are words that were told to me  that I brushed off.  Now I know what they were saying.  Holy S*** the little thing moved.  Nobody told me that.  I thought I was all cool going in and the little thing, that looked human already, moved.  This blew me away.  I am sure that my face dropped.  After I saw it kick and move it's arm, not to mention it's human shape, my life changed.  I got life insurance.  On a side note, that is the umbilical cord, this is not a donkey.

Home Alone

So Brittt left me home alone with M'bitch (Baily the dog.)  Now what?  I had a lot of plans but they are getting vetoed in my head as they come up due to lack of equipment.  I remember building a trebuchet (a big catapult)  to throw basketballs, rigging up a police siren to my friends brake lights (this was a good one), booby-trapping another friends garage with paint grenades, and tapping into neighbors' phone lines and making prank calls, just to name a few of my past weekend adventures.

I threw away my trebuchet, used all my paint ball grenades, my police air horn got sold with a car, and my phone tapping device disappeared a long time ago.  Now all I have is a messy garage, a giant pile of firewood to cut, and a dirty basement, sounds like fun.