Aug 06
11
Carb counting and drywall. It’s all I think about. That and the fish I should be hunting, articles I should be writing and blogs that no-one is seeing.
Why? It’s simple. Everything in my universe has shifted exactly 19.3345 degrees off kilter.
Lin’s recent diagnosis of Gestational Diabetes has thrown us off balance, and we are now working to implement some new food habits. The bedroom is finally ‘fixed’ and now merely requires some mud and tape so that the carpet can be installed and ceiling completed. These however are exceptionally pedestrian things. Greater than all of this is the kid I’m already talking to when he’s bothering his mother, and when he’s pummeling my back in the night.
Ben is very much a going concern in our day to day now. He’s there in the morning rolling around while we get ready for the day. He’s kicking and thrashing during the workday and after dinner he skips rope happily though the evening till bedtime. Perhaps this is the bonding experience for new fathers. We try to assert our ‘manliness’ by disciplining through the placenta. “Quit kicking your mother…” and “Knock it off our you’re going to the naughty placenta!” are regular threats around here. Post-birth pennance will be an ‘alabama‘ soother.
So there it is. The day to day. While I wish my universe was ‘amazing’ and enviable to everyone, I’m content that it’s cool for me. Give it a few days. Or 11 weeks.
