We go to the doctor each week now so the updates should be more often.
First Pelvic Exam
We go to the doctor each week now so the updates should be more often.
I don't think I actually needed proof that you are my child but it was nice to get it anyways. You have been sleeping all day long and then having a party every night. Last night your mother said she hadn't felt you all day long and now you were doing flips. It was 9:15. She woke up and had to use the restroom at 4AM and couldn't go back to sleep cause you were "having a party in there." You see son, I'm a night owl too. I come home from work exhausted and need a nap. I have mastered the art of the 30 minute power nap. Your mom can't do it. She naps and wakes up grumpy and more tired. I wake up refreshed. I come home and usually don't even nap, I just veg out for about 30 min and then I'm good to go. I'll sit on the couch and do nothing for hours each week. But come 10:00 and I want to start projects. I don't know how it began, but I've always blamed it on your Papaw. When I grew up we went to his house on the weekends and we would just stay up. I don't ever remember my Dad ever enforcing a bedtime. I'm sure he did, I just don't remember it. I remember going to his house on Wednesdays and going to the skating rink where he was a manager and just staying up late and skating. On a school night. It was great. So it is nice to know you have some of my personality quirks before you're even born. As long as you don't get your Aunts' Melissa and Holly's ability to sleep until 2PM the next day, we'll get along fabulously.
Well we made to the year of your birth. According to the Chinese Zodiac you are being born under the sign of the Dog. Your old man was born under the sign of the Buffalo and your mother was born uner the sign of the Dragon. In China births go way up in the year of the Dragon since its considered the best. This is just one of the many facinating things I have to teach you that will have your mother rolling her eyes. She just doesn't appreciate my desire for useless knowledge.
Last night we went to a party and your mother and I were supposed to bring an appetizer. We usually flake out on this stuff and do the salsa over cream cheese thing or just buy a box of something from Sam's. Anyways, we decided to go all out and make salsa from scratch. Then we decided to make 4 different salsas. I have a point to this story just bear with me. We made your mother's regular salsa that people are always a big fan of. Then we made a tomatilla and avocada salsa, blackened tomato salsa, and cranberry salsa. So we are at this party having a good time and people are coming around the table of food and they stay at the salsas for a while to determine the one they like the best. Then they would heap some on their plate with their other goodies. I stood there wondering which salsa you would pick. I know it will be a while before you are able to partake in the family pasttime (just wait we go through 10 bottles of salsa before we finish half a bottle of ketchup) but those are the types of thoughts I'm having the closer we get to meeting you. What kind of salsa will you like? What will be your favorite color? What's gonna be your favorite sport? Will you like books as much as me? Will you like a good movie as much as your mom? I hope I'm the type of father that always pays attention to you and knows what you like and dislike. I hope I always have a good grasp of who you are.
Well enough rambling. You're mom's not feeling good so she's in bed where your both sleeping. Grow well.
Love,
Dad