I've been selfish, yes I know. I decided to embrace the fact that I gave up my office for the my little girl, and wanted to get most of it ready on my own. This frustrated my wife to no end. I explained to her that she's doing the most important work, the hardest work, by keeping herself healthy and carrying The Heir. She didn't buy it. But I got the baby room together, and I'm very happy with my work. (although I can't wait to see the illustration wifey's gonna put on the wall behind the crib.
(Dads get Nesting Fever too.)
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Sunday, March 14, 2010
Thursday, November 05, 2009
kiss of the spider...
In a few days we're going to find out if The Impending Heir of All That Is Great in The World (Especially Me) will be a boy or a girl, but because we are of a certain age, (over 40, but not by much) there's a boatload of stuff we have to think about that we would rather not. Down syndrome is especially a concern. Well, going into the amniocentesis test, all indications are that we don't have much to be worried about, but Ms. Scribe needs 100% assurance...so, we let the doctor stick that giant needle in her.
I won't pretend that I was the rock she leaned upon in her time of distress. I did what any good husband should do, I stroked her hair, whispered encouragements, and did my best to keep her eyes gazing at me instead of watching the needle dig into her womb.
In that moment, I could see my wife digging deep and finding a reserve of fortitude she did not know she had. She looked at me as if I were the cause of her discovery, yet, watching her find her strength only made me feel stronger for her and the baby.
The spider's web, and the silk it's made with, is one of the strongest and most flexible things known to man. One reason for its strength is the network of interlocking connections within the web and the silk itself. This moment in the doctor's office, for whatever reason, drew this small factoid to the forefront of my mind. I thought of the connections between the three of us; wifey, baby, and me. It occured to me that our love, once just the simple cocoon two people withdrew to, has spun itself into a delicate spider web. Each tendril drawing strength from the other.
I won't pretend that I was the rock she leaned upon in her time of distress. I did what any good husband should do, I stroked her hair, whispered encouragements, and did my best to keep her eyes gazing at me instead of watching the needle dig into her womb.
In that moment, I could see my wife digging deep and finding a reserve of fortitude she did not know she had. She looked at me as if I were the cause of her discovery, yet, watching her find her strength only made me feel stronger for her and the baby.
The spider's web, and the silk it's made with, is one of the strongest and most flexible things known to man. One reason for its strength is the network of interlocking connections within the web and the silk itself. This moment in the doctor's office, for whatever reason, drew this small factoid to the forefront of my mind. I thought of the connections between the three of us; wifey, baby, and me. It occured to me that our love, once just the simple cocoon two people withdrew to, has spun itself into a delicate spider web. Each tendril drawing strength from the other.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Like my own personal trapeeze act...
The mood swings around here haven't been as bad as what some of these guys experienced, but let's just say things have been interesting.
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