íve never meant for
this to become a bi-weekly journal, but I think it has. As usual when I
stop writing for an extended period of time, itís a shame, because there
is so much going on, and most of it is pretty good. Letís see what details
I can come up with from the past fortnight or soÖ.
We are slowly preparing for the imminent arrival of the baby. Although
weíve had eight months to prepare for this so far, we are by no means ready.
We just realized that we basically have nowhere for him to sleep. Of course,
all of our plans were on hold for a while, since we didnít even know what
state we were going to be living in, but it seems like weíll be here at
least for several more months or so (itís hard to go flitting all over
the country on interviews when your wife may go into labor at any moment).
We did get a carseat/stroller/carrier thing, though. We got a great
deal on it, too -- only $50 for the whole thing. I swear the whole setup
is bigger than our car. Itís gorgeous, though -- nice, big wheels. drink
holders and bottle holders and levelers and even a sunroof on the stroller.
Itís amazing how often we get these kind of amazing deals on small things
-- but we always seem to get passed over for the big ones. Thatís why I
still have faith -- I think one day, weíre going to stumble into a situation
that is so amazing that weíre going to think that weíve died and gone to
heaven. Of course, I also believe that one day we will literally
die and go to heaven, so maybe having a crummy apartment right now isnít
that important anyway.
On a related note, we attended our first birth class. Itís a little
later than I would have liked it, but as long as the kid is still tucked
safely inside, weíre OK. I actually feel a little better about things,
now that I know what is going to happen. I even survived the videos without
fainting. I have to admit, Iím not looking forward to my wife being in
excruciating pain and not being able to do anything about it (oh, yeah,
like all that breathing is really going to help). Luckily, it wonít last
forever -- just a few hours of really intense stuff. And luckily, they
Besides all of the important stuff, Iíve joined a softball team. Youíd
think I would have learned from my experiences, but Iíve still decided
to play again anyway. I havenít embarrassed myself too badly so far; Iíve
made a couple of nice catches, and got a hit (albeit an infield single)
and a couple of walks. Itís fun to be playing again, and the team is a
great bunch of guys. Maybe itís not the best time to assert my independence
from my spouse when she is eight months pregnant, but itís something I
need to do a little more often. Besides, she said sheís actually going
to come watch the next game (which assures that I will either strike out
twice or sprain my ankle).
We went to the Chicago concert last night at Coors Amphitheatre, marking
the eighth time Iíve seen them live. We barely got there by 8:00, missing
the two opening bands, whom I think would have been interesting to see,
but what can you do -- prior commitments. Anyway, we sit down in our fifth-row
orchestra seats and then, only then, does my wife say, "I hope the loud
music doesnít hurt the baby". I hadnít even thought of the possibility.
Here we are, just feet from speakers the size of the Statue of Liberty,
with a fragile creature inside of her (my wife, not the Statue of Liberty).
"If I wouldíve thought of that, I wouldnít have even come." But we were
already there, and I wasnít about to leave.
We looked it up in one of my wifeís library of baby books, and it said
that prolonged [my emphasis] exposure to high-decibel noise may
cause some high-frequency hearing loss in unborn babies, but more study
needed to be done on it. All in all, Iím sure heíll be OK, and probably
the worst thing thatíll happen out of it is that heíll become a Chicago
fan at a very early age.