Monday will be our 34 weeks mark. That’s 8 1/2 months for all you monthies out there. What this means is that in two weeks, the boy will be full term. Then, we wait.
Considering this issues that we’ve had to this point, resulting in multiple miscarriages, I can’t help but get a little weepy thinking about the fact that, after 18 months of on again-off again pregnancy, we’re finally (almost) at the point of becoming parents. Well, I would get weepy, were I not a man and thus not allowed to be weepy. Solemn, perhaps, but never weepy.
Tonya’s body has become something of an inside-out jungle gym to the Bean (who, it may be said, is now the largest bean ever grown), who struggles to find comfortable laying positions. Invariably, he finds one that involves his foot in Tonya’s ribs, or his butt against her spine, or the ever popular “two feet one bladder.” It’s almost as if he’s fighting his way out, which may not be a stretch considering how big Tonya’s stomach has gotten.
In order to document the occasion, I bought what may very well be my last purchase from a company not named Gerber. I got a Flip Ultra. The rest of the day will be spent uploading crappy videos of me playing my guitar (poorly) to my youtube channel. If you’re lucky, you may get to see a video of my dogs barking, or possibly of me shaving. Under no circumstances will you see anything of value in that channel. So stop checking. Mr. Worthington.
Soon, however, you’ll get to see my beautiful son. Who will almost certainly have a cone head and look like a lizard. Just like dad.
