As of this writing, our son is three days past his due date and rapidly approaching four. Four days? Is that really all it’s been? Each of those days has felt like at least a week.
They say that patience is a virtue. I’m sure it is. Unfortunately, I’ve always been a big fan of instant gratification. This makes the nine-month journey of pregnancy–a beautiful and wondrous experience, to be sure–just a little bit torturous towards the end for a guy like me.
I’m coming to you live from the newly established guest room in our unfinished basement, where I will be sleeping tonight. OK, that sounds a lot worse than it actually is. Our basement is unfinished but well-sealed and definitely habitable. We have moved our guest bed down there and spruced it up with a nightstand, […]
We have now entered the same month as our due date, the official sign that we are in the pregnancy home stretch. Soon we will reach the surreal point where the milk in the fridge has a later expiration date than this pregnancy. Are we ready?