I’m pregnant. That’s right, you heard me. To be perfectly specific, my girlfriend Debbie is pregnant. I’m going to be a father! We’re going to be parents! This wasn’t expected or planned, but we both want children so we’re making the best of it. This news explains the intermittent noise amid all of the radio silence here lately. We’ve been moving in together, breaking the news to our family, and doing some serious psychological adaptation to our new roles. She’s 15 weeks along at this point, so we’ve had time to get over the initial shock and get excited about the actual birth. The due date is June 20th.
I’m not too good at keeping a secret and I would have felt like I was lying to post continuously with such important news kept in the bag along with the cat. We heard the heartbeat the last time we visited the doctor, and a sonogram will show up in a few more weeks. Debbie had pretty awful dawn-to-dawn morning sickness for the last three months, but now that it is fading away a bit everybody is less stressed.
We spent Thanksgiving with Debbie’s parents and Christmas with my family. Christmas week was a flurry of driving and it was good to get back into town, especially since, while we were gone, I had wood floors installed in part of the house. I still have to put down quarter-round and grates for the ventilation, not to mention work on the walls in the main entry room, but at least two of the room feel like home now.
New Year’s was celebrated with a couple of friends and a tense game of Star Wars Monopoly. You’re pretty much caught up. I’ll now take a few questions.